August long weekend. And this year, it does feel that way. 

The mornings are getting cooler, and the leaves are starting to change, ready for the fall which feels like it’s just around the corner now.

I’m back home now, the place I grew up, the first place I remember. Today was spent with family, remembering the past and talking about life.

Just like summer, sometimes it feels like life passes too fast, 

is too fleeting. 

Leaving one with the feeling you never got the chance to say what you wanted to say, 

do what you wanted to do.

I’ve seen miracles, and I’ve been in the prescence of people crossing the threshold of the great beyond, and in both cases I’ve been left in awe.

How does it all work? Is it controlled by a casual, uncaring hand?

 Or expertly manipulated by a master of life, somewhere far beyond my understanding?

I do believe we all have a purpose here, no matter how big or small it may appear. 

We all matter, we all touch the lives of those around us. 

Just as summer turns into fall, we go through our own seasons. 

We learn, we grow, and we leave the next generation behind to continue on. 

Even when it feels too soon, the days still change to night, 

And so we must face the next adventure, head up, shoulders back,

Braving the unknown with the love of others as our sail into uncharted waters