“Sometimes, our lives overlap with others, only briefly. We share troubles, laughter, or learning and move on, Afterwards all we will hold in common is a memory. The chapter passes like a storm, or sunshine, or an ordinary day.
But the heavens always send us something new. A chance, a lease of life, a soul mate. or a friend.
And the best, like love itself, fly back to us. In us they make their home.”
-Call the Midwife
This is a time for reconsidering. A careless moment of our own (or another), a stray germ–mortality has become a thing of chance. This imbues every breathing moment with new urgency, new importance.
How do we want to spend our time? And with whom? Who has shown up for us? Who matters? And as important, to whom do WE matter? Who will become memories?
I love “the heavens alway send us something new” because that’s been my experience, too. A reconnection with a cousin now that she is in middle age and I a senior. The chance to meet in person a friend I’ve known and liked online for more than a decade. The anticipation of spending time with old friends who have moved away.
New things, new opportunities, are always presenting themselves, if we pay attention.
We will have memories of this time in our lives. Sad ones and inspirational ones. Some people may even become memories. So might the way of life we’ve known before.
But here’s what’s inevitable: making new memories. And that has its own joy.