I am travelling down an unfamiliar road these days, it’s not on any GPS that I know of.  It’s the trip to the end of life.  I am travelling this road beside my friend Heather.  I am in awe of her strength, her resolve and her grace.  I won’t even try to describe how brave she is, and how easy it is to travel the road with her because of it.

I admire how she is trying to make every living day a memory for her family and friends.  I love that she went to Italy for her 25th anniversary with her husband and closest life friends even as she is dependent on a feeding tube and can no longer speak.  I love that she spends as much time with her children doing things and creating memories as she can. I especially love that everyone wants to do all of this with her.

We all travel this road at some point in our lives, it’s just that most of us aren’t consciously aware of how few miles we have left on the road.  At the end of the road all that anyone has left of us is the memories and material things that we leave behind.  The material goods soon wear out.  It’s the memories that stay with us, and keep our loved ones alive.

Thank you to my friend Heather for reminding me of all this every time I see you.