Addendum: we are all just passing through

Grateful. I have said this word over and over again in the last six months as we went from watching my mother slip away to moving slowly back over to the place of grace where we part ways casually, assuming again we will see each other soon.  It's a strange space, knowing everything can change in an instant but still living in the grace we've been given.  Many acquaintances and friends have seen their loved ones on the precipice this year and they are mourning for the passing of their loved ones.  My father reminded me last week that we are all just passing through but it doesn't matter how long you get to stay, there is always someone sad to see you go.  There is just never a good time to say so long.