#BlogElul Day 22: End

                       An End is Also a Beginning

i remember when I first learned to phone friends and we didn’t know how to end conversations so we kept saying goodbye until someone finally said “my mother called me” and that helped stop the endless goodbyes yet growing older didn’t make acknowledging an end any easier  because an end carries feelings that need expression and yet we don’t always know the correct words even when we know the feelings

death is an end, a finality that nudges reflection and remembering the trajectory of a friendship, of  the fulcrum of family and the wish for more time so conversations might be replayed, edited, or  amended and more time to redo or create new memories 

recognizing an end instead of looking to see if there is another page is a hard earned skill