a time.

"there is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens"
ecclesiastes 3:1

i will never be able to exchange the last few days for anything in the world.

my sister articulated it quite perfectly when she said that one of the most touching things to think about with our grandparents, is how much they went through in order for us to be where we are. i can't help but sit here and be very grateful for what i have, and those who played a part in giving it to me.

the weight of a life.

'when are you coming to see me?'

an innocent question that my grandmother asked me today, that in any other context i wouldn't have thought too hard about when replying with 'soon, i'd love to come see you soon'. but everything changes when someone is dying and asks you that exact question.

boom. why did it not dawn on me to visit her before she died rather than at her funeral? by all means i wish i could go to the funeral, it would mean a lot to me. but when i weigh it all out, isn't her presence in life a really special thing? especially in these last days?

tomorrow i find myself on a trip to kingston. i have no idea what the future holds in the days that i plan on being there, but i'll be there. and it will be hard, but perhaps it will be also good.