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How much time do we have?

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How much time do we have?

For me there is a comfort in sadness. There is comfort knowing the end is inevitable for all of us and we all come to the same place. I teared up with the piece missing the person in the photo. It is so simply and cleanly shows what death is. Losing someone. Missing them. And that is all we know when they die is that they are gone from our lives. It made me think of my brother. His memory keeps me company around every corner. It made me think of my Dad and how I miss him. Death reminds us to live but also to welcome it’s embrace. How conflicting! Ps. My Dad is living I’m just so happy to have him as long as I do and think of the inevitable old age and how much time do we have?


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