October 8, 2026
Day 3,495
I went to a funeral today. Death always reminds. It reminds me that life is precious. It seems like such a cliche to say that. But for me, there isn't a more powerful reminder of the preciousness of life than death. Death is an amputation. It is the cutting of something precious and loved and necessary for life and then bidding the amputee to continue on like everything is normal. It seems foreign to go about the day as normal when life for the amputee has been altered irrevocably.
It seems interesting to me that on this particular day, the day of Christina's funeral, my car broke down and I was stranded and in need of help. I called my dad and he came to pick me up. He bought Panera for dinner for us. We saw such a beautiful sunset on the drive home. We had a nice time together after dinner watching Artemis do her tricks. It all seems so insignificant. But on the day of a funeral when death was present, I am reminded that the insignificant things are actually the most significant things.
Life is not about big events. It's about the random Tuesdays. Families eating dinner together. Finding joy in a dog together. Watching sunsets while driving down country roads together. It's precious. And I'm always sorry it takes death to remind me of it.
Thankful for this precious life.
