My Lunar Year began learning of the death of a dear friend. Both words “dear” and “friend” carry significance in this case as they are words of endearment that one thinks might evolve from years of being together and numerous shared stories both tragic and uplifting. That is not the case here. Ankya was a woman I met through an elder women’s ZOOM group. She lived on the other side of the world, Australia and we had not known each other for very long, less than a year, maybe. The group came together spontaneously and in some ways miraculously. The fleeting times together left a mark that reminds me of the power of connectedness.
So well written! Embracing the dance of life to it's end is a goal and a gift. Unfortunately those left behind don't get to say "Goodbye, until we meet again" as we would have wished.
Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts.
So well written! Embracing the dance of life to it's end is a goal and a gift. Unfortunately those left behind don't get to say "Goodbye, until we meet again" as we would have wished.
I'm sorry for your loss.