The Last Time

This past weekend I attended and spoke at the memorial service for my last grandparent, my grandmother Eunice S. Ricks. The fact that I wrote that sentence and that you just read that sentence is still a bit shocking to me.

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Obviously as adults we are aware that death is coming for all of us, however, to experience losing the last of your grandparents feels like graduating to a stage of life that I was comfortable keeping at arms distance. If I had to give words to this stage of life the words would flow like this – I am now all too aware that there will be a last time for everything. I remember when I had no awareness that anything would ever end, it wasn’t even a thought in my mind. I am mourning the loss of that innocence.

I am living in a space where I so clearly understand that nothing lasts forever. It is because of that clarity that I intend to go for it and live my life to its fullest potential, to cherish every moment that I have with family and friends, and to do my very best to ultimately respect the fact that every moment is a fleeting one.

Here’s to the here and now and to living life with respect for the fact that there will be a last time.

Happy Friday!