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.

Without community, we no longer know each other, in life or death
I was agonizingly slow to ‘get it,’ but the joy of music changed me
What’s the point of a secret crush if heart isn’t ready to accept love?
Plans change and people hurt us, but we often need to start over
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
Why does the mainstream ignore those whose predictions were right?
Top secret weapon for homeland security: the ‘Sno-Cone’ machine
Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’
Could we stop being disappointed by just understanding each other?