A life well lived
Today my family farewelled a beautiful lady - a loving mother, grandmother, great grandmother and friend. My Gran’s door was always open, there was always a seat at her kitchen table and the brown ceramic kettle was always warm. Her stories had the ability to weave magic into the darkest of days and her kind eyes held a warmth that could soften the hardest heart.
Goodbyes have a way of descending us into reflection. Time slows and we begin to seriously question the rushing and hustling that characterises so many of our days. Grief delivers a perspective shift that we can only hope to hold as the petals on the roses fall and life moves back into motion.
Walking tonight along a country road beneath a starlit sky, this quote came to mind. Perhaps it’s Gran’s reminder to me - a diamond in our grief. “In the end, only three things matter; how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” ❤️