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.

Only through death of empires can something new take their places
If I look closely at my old self, there’s a lot which is now dead
I’m paralyzed by fear my choices won’t match needs of future wife
In an age when lies are expected, integrity matters more than ever
As we encounter emotional truth, poisonous past can make us numb
Muslims protecting Christian church remind us there’s good in all groups
Defense mechanism led me to repress unacceptable emotions
THE McELROY ZOO: Here’s why Merlin enjoys autumn and spring
Santa Claus at a loss when Rosie comes to tell him her troubles