1. What we leave behind. When Papa Joe (my grandfather) died I mostly remember standing in his bathroom at my grandparent's house after the funeral. His glasses were sitting on the bathroom counter along with his hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the little things we think of as incidentals. Suddenly they had meaning. The brush had his hair in it and the glasses wore his fingerprints. I imagined my grandmother not able to make the bed. Wanting to keep his indentation in the mattress and quilt. To preserve the soft curves his head had made in his pillow. All of these things now mattered.
2. One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time. - Andre Gide
3. Sometimes the only choice we are given is how we respond to our circumstances.
What did you learn today?