I’ve been stalling, hoping I might be magically inspired to to write about something other than loss. Alas, my muses seem to prefer the truth, so I will relent.
Since Thanksgiving, five people in my life have died. All of them were taken too soon. All of them were unique and exceedingly kind. They were family, good friends, a dear co-worker. Each loss has had a big impact on me. None more so, of course, than the recent loss of my Dad.
I do not feel at peace about these deaths. They just feel tragic. I do, however, find great inspiration in the way they lived and in who they were. I have come away from this season of loss with this: one person touches many, many lives. It can not be overstated. It is a simple, glorious, truth. Read more