I was driving home tonight and felt drawn towards the cemetery. I know. It’s weird.

I’d like to think it was the evening light. The place looked beautiful and peaceful.

I found a white duck who was looking a little lost. Then I started walking around and thought about the people buried there. I’ve heard a sermon before about how we live our lives in the dash. That dash between our birth year and death year. We ask ourselves, are we living the life we dreamed of in our dash?

Go visit a cemetary sometime soon. It’s a good reminder of how much time we waste working for things that don’t matter. When we die, none of it matters. All that matters is how we loved people and the legacy we can leave behind.

I’m not afraid to die. But I have a hard time accepting my loved ones will die. I’ll never be ready for that.