about choosing.

This week, a dear friend’s father died.

People close to her have reactions. Some stellar folks have risen to the occasion in the most human and gentle ways. Some have only seen the inconveneince to their own scheduled lives.

It seems so basic. When a person dies, we’re brought a reminder that we don’t have each other forever. So we gather to spend what time we might in honor of those still living as well as he who died.

I wonder about those who see the whole thing as just an unpleasant event. Where do they find meaning? Do they ignore the human side of everything?

It’s a question of life and death and choosing life . . .