Mo dog passed away yesterday... haven't shared here yet. Broken right now. Sitting with it. And then distracting myself in patches until it hits me again. Like now.
Busy processing. And writing what I want to share in my head. Which may never be written of course...
And then I found this.
“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Your stuff resonates very deeply with both my personal perspective and my soul (sister ❤️)
We never stop missing the ones who've passed on. It would be a shame to pretend we have forgotten them, just to appease our fear of life (which includes death, of course) that our society seems to think is "normal" or "acceptable".
Thanks for sharing 🙏