The bookends of life
We often spend our days in ways not considering that time is finite. And then something happens, whether coming face to face with our own mortality, or that of a loved one. There is a pause, a sense of disbelief and a crumbling of all the ways that life is comfortable and predictable. With the flick of a switch, life is topsy turvy. Often it may become a time of reflection, of choices made, relational patterns exposed. For some, an opportunity to make amends and yoke closer,
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