Friend: Lost or Found?
Nov 7 · 3 min read
“I lost another one of my senior citizen friends this week.” That was a thought I had this morning, which started an argument with myself. Lost, she wasn’t lost. Perhaps she was found today. Perhaps my friend found the freedom from all the ego-tripping walls we live behind. Perhaps my friend found freedom from the physical aches and pains of an aging body and mind that were burdening her life minute by minute. Perhaps she found that by being free from her body and the confines of this physical existence what pure love is. Perhaps she was freer than she ever had been to love her wife whom she left behind in this…
