Three knocks at the front door wake me. Two emergency responders greet me with news that my twin daughter is dead. She is 16 years old; me, just 40. An odd clarity washes over me…
We are all rowing our boat across the river of life; all starting on the same shore, all going to the shore across the way. Some row one way; some row another way. The current runs swift in some areas; in other areas we can glide. Yet, in the end, we all get to the other shore.
Eight years later, this I believe:
- What matters in the end are the connections we leave behind. Let’s use our time to share ourselves with others. Open up. Smile. Listen. Laugh. It’s not just the quality of time, it’s also the quantity of time shared that matters. Connect with your children, families, friends, communities, and strangers. Connect with Nature and the Universe.Life as we know it will come to an end, sometimes much sooner than we expect. But the love of those who have passed lives on in our hearts. We never walk alone. Connections remain and strengthen us in ways we never dream possible….Continue reading at InspireMeToday.com.
Caroline Flohr is the mother of five and the author of Heaven’s Child, an inspiring true story that illuminates the miraculous business of living.
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