I’ve been thoughtful today. Yesterday a friend had a “small” stroke. He’s not much older than me, so there’s that sobering element. I’m thinking about the fragility of life, and similar things. And I’m grateful that “small” seems to be accurate.
Greg is known by many as Papa Greg. Partly for his wisdom, partly because he holds love in the highest regard. It shows and he’s loved on return. Watching his Facebook feed fill with well-wishes truly was delightful.
I try to live my life this way. To have love so central that it exudes from my being.
It’s heartening, in the end. Especially as he’s chatting with us on Facebook again.
Life moves and changes. It is the way of things.