Some things are inevitable.  Death is one of them.  Yet, it is the thing we are least prepared for in life.  With any change, we wonder how we will get there, how it will look, how we will feel.

My good friend said goodbye to her husband yesterday and my heart breaks just thinking about it.  We all find a way to move forward yet sometimes it’s incredibly bumpy.  I have no wisdom here only love for all of us who have and will go through this inevitable process.

Change of this magnitude always reminds me of this poem”Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” by Portia Nelson:

I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.

To my darling friend: Take your time walking down the street.  We are all here for you.

XO