Today I’ll be attending a third funeral in a little over a week. Death is a part of life. I have to remind myself of that. It helps sometimes, brings comfort when the person who is taken from us lived a long and full life.
Birth. Death. Joy. Sorrow. There is a balance to everything.
This reminder doesn’t always help. Not when a childhood friend is suddenly taken away.
I found myself grieving; not only for this friend, but also for the forgotten childhood memories that came suddenly back to life.
The community I live in is changing with the times. The number of life-long residents is dwindling as our young people go off to live their own lives and our seniors pass away. Fortunately, new people are moving in all the time. Without them the community might one day cease to exist.
To every thing there is a season; a time and a purpose