"Don't mind me, I'm just passing through."
listening to my grandson tell riddles to his uncle. This one sticks in
my mind. Because aren't we all like ghosts just passing through?
I pass through, I consider life and how it is going so terribly fast.
I'm not at all afraid of ghosts. What I fear is lost opportunity. Every
day my prayer is that I will know what's best for me to do each
I haven't always had this prayer in my
heart. But as time slips away, and my children are now the age I was
when I had them, as I hear my grandchildren read from riddle books and
yell, "Why do you always know the answers???" just as my own little boys
used to do, I get a little panicky seeing time pass so quickly right
before my eyes.
Because there's still so very much to do. I should quit thinking about ghosts and walls and just passing through, and instead live in the moment, like this--