Here it is a Friday night, with children gone and time on my hands. It gives me too much time to reflect on life, the past, and things that might have been done but weren't. To think about odds and ends and life's surprises.
I am a Grandma now, a little less heartier than I thought I might be in middle age. But I am blessed to still be vertical. I spend my days with the elderly, watching them as they pass into the mists, and count it a blessing to be by their sides as they take that solo journey.
I'm still putting it all together. But my older friends tell me that's OK, sometimes the answer just isn't going to come in this life.
And I am at peace with that.
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