All in Life

It’s 's remarkable how reliably our standing-in-life improves upon being buried. Scoundrels become saints. Misers become prudent. Nasty characters of all sorts become decent souls who have been sadly misunderstood

Loss is the stuff of life. It's also the stuff of drama. Maybe you'd be better off thinking of your loss as one more thread in an unfolding tapestry of epic struggle. Then what seemed pointless becomes destiny. It will still hurt, but your suffering will be given context.

I wonder about these re-connections with people from my past. Are they unusual, or are they common? I don't think they only happen to me. Are certain people woven together in an unseen fabric for some purpose unknown? I suspect so.