Sunday morning I sat in our sunroom listening to soft music enjoying the summer colors of our back yard.
I read a book by C.S. Lewis, “A Grief Observed.” Frankly it’s a tough slog.
He wrote it as a journal through the year following his wife’s death. He’s transparent, hurting and questioning. He didn’t write it for publication but to clarify his thoughts.
It’s short so I read it in one sitting to get from the depth of his struggle to his resolution. Though difficult I found it enlightening.
Later I glanced at an email from the committee planning our fiftieth high school reunion. Yeah I know. When did that happen? Only a couple of breaths ago we celebrated our 25th.
I paused and thought about how life races by. And how I’ve no time to waste.