It’s been 27 years since my brother died.

In that time, I have experienced many other significant losses, including the death of another brother and our mother.

Grief changes over time.

It isn’t logical or linear.

It doesn’t expire.

It will never completely disappear.

It can also bring insight and inspiration if we’ll accept it. Here’s an example from my life:

We were still enjoying the last days of a beautiful summer, with most of our freedoms returned to pre-pandemic standards, when yet another wave hit us broadside…

You would expect that having been through this before, we would have been better prepared to face it again, to resign to the inevitable course needed for this thing to run itself out, but

Has this ever happened to you?

Do any of these scenarios sound familiar?

· Here you are, 89 pages into a much-acclaimed book, disappointed, disengaged, disgusted… or all 3.

· You’re at a cozy cabin in some secluded spot with plenty of spare time to relax & read that monstrous hardcover, the only book you brought, because it will take months to finish.. and 2 chapters in, you are already sooo over it.

· On vacation, lounging beside a sparkling pool, you crack open the first book from the stack that took precious packing space.. only to discover that you have already read this novel before. Drat!

Long ago, I revised my tolerance of books, raised the bar on my reading material and reconsidered how I valued my precious time. And it changed my life. Literally.

Have you said "Good-bye" to someone special recently?

Maybe temporarily or, like me, permanently?

As some of you know, my Mom passed last month. And I didn’t get to say ‘Good-bye’ the way I would’ve liked to…