One Foot Over the Grave

It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one’s life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than ‘try to be a little kinder.’” — Aldous Huxley There is clarity in death. Through pain and loss, we see the world through a unique lens, one that crystalizes priorities. I experienced this with the death of my brother. Except for the welfare of my immediate family, there was nothing more important during his last few months than just being with him. I could discard life’s insignificant distractions. My To-do list was nothing more than a handful of reminders of what was most important to me. Life offers us reminders and <a href="https://medium.com/@RJChrisThompson/the-final-signpost-of-life-7322083b48b3" rel="noopener">sign posts</a> of what we need to be focusing on. <blockquote> But as time gives us distance from the tragedy, we are lulled back into the daily distractions of life. </blockquote> Priorities get pushed down the list, sandwiched between meeting with someone you’ve never met and buying new shoes on Amazon. If only we could hold this clarity in our lives at all times. <h2>Room 442</h2> I was walking down the hallway of the residential community where my mom now lives. I have been staying with her for the past eight weeks. The community is composed of eighty people who are on average in their mid-eighties. It is a collective wisdom of over 6,000 years. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/one-foot-over-the-grave-c8c000f11398">Read More</a>