On Tuesday, a California woman took a trip to the beach. Her daughter pushed her wheelchair into the water so she could feel the water at Laguna Beach rush onto her legs. Her joy was obvious, but it’s an experience she will never repeat.
This was her last trip to the beach, because she’s checking into a hospice facility to die.
For me, this bittersweet image tells a lot about the truth of the life we live on this planet. It can be sweet and joyful. It can be an amazing sensory experience. But it’s all too short — and death is always waiting at the end far too soon.
When I was a child, a year seemed like forever. Even an afternoon or a week could seem like forever sometimes. The time between one Christmas and the next was definitely eternity.
That changed slightly as I grew, but I was still always eager for the next step. Others seem to have shared this pattern. We were impatient for life to begin. Or, rather, we were impatient for what we thought life was going to be for us. We had high hopes and we believed that life would be different for us than it was for other people. We were going to be happy and successful. Our futures were unlimited.
Life would be very long for us. Death was so far away that it almost didn’t seem to exist.

The drama of a world gone mad leaves me longing for real peace
I’ll make fun of your Super Bowl, but you can’t make fun of my Spock ears
Why have I kept dreaming about baby in need for last two weeks?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Time to face facts: Most people don’t really want individual liberty
If you listen carefully, your heart will tell you what you really need
Bloomberg: Policing what you eat part of ‘government’s highest duty’
Ten years later, it hurts to know she lost faith in me and gave up
‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to