I was at a funeral and started thinking about lasts. And how a lot of times they have some sort of rhythm to them. For example, after something awful happens, you always hear things like “I just saw them two days ago” or “we just ran into each other last week”. What a haunting thought that you can be with someone 24, 48 hours before the worst day of their life and not know it. How different our interactions would be. How different our words.
How different lasts would look if we knew they were such.
I know that sounds super dark and twisty, but maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just another weird, beautiful part of human experience. That we don’t know. And we probably won’t ever know- when and where a last will be. But what we do know is that this “bigger plan” intertwines lives for a reason. Whether it’s two strangers standing next to each other in Walgreens or a family meeting for Christmas, lives intertwine amongst the worst days, the best days, and all the mundane days in between. How precious the gift to be human. How precious the gift to stand next to eachother.
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