Yesterday I attended a funeral for a 29 year old young man, who lost his way in drug addiction. I had met him several times over the years as I know his Mother and Aunt. I spent several hours there in quiet contemplation, just being present, supportive of a Mother lost in her sorrow. I heard her say several times who were all these people? As I watched the visitors, I noticed many never took the time to visit the casket, mostly milling around joining conversations here and there. It felt more like a high school reunion. All these people exclaiming how long it had been since they last saw each other. I am guessing most attendees were local as the family as I know them, mostly never traveled very far from home. Wonder why it had been so long since they last visited, since each probably lives within a few miles of one another? Enraptured with our own dramas we forget to make time for others. A few minutes here and there. Slow down, take time and make time.
Elements of Recovery
Great post. Even with the pandemic, we can call, write a note, or send an email. You never know what a difference it might make to someone.
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