People die alone who die without God. Or maybe they will find those waiting, those who will meet them.
If you go with them, you can only go so far, down that path.
You might watch them slip away. Or, you might miss that moment. But we cannot assume that we have more time... more than the time before that final moment, that long moment between moments, when the dying find the longer path, when they stand on it at last, looking farther, facing what must be faced, chosen or not.
They live, but they are no longer with you. You cannot reach them.
Take heed. Know this. Give and say what you must. For even if there is a little life left, a little time left, we cannot assume we will have more time.
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| PHOTO: Margaret Ambridge |
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