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.

Let’s reconnect with each other, not fall into dystopian Metaverse
Those Libyan ‘freedom fighters’ we paid for? They’re murdering thugs
Why have I kept dreaming about baby in need for last two weeks?
Does this look like a child abuser? Voters must not have thought so
What kind of hypocrite gives advice but won’t practice what he preaches?
Love & Hope — Episode 7:
Practically and legally, it’s true: Good fences make good neighbors
Two sets of rules: One for the public and a very different set for police
Why can it feel strange to lose homes we haven’t seen for years?