THE POSTSCRIPT: Time enough

I don’t have enough time. This is what I say to myself.I don’t have enough time to write the books I want to write, visit the places I’d like to see, spend time with all the people I care about. I don’t have time to read all the books I should have read by now. I don’t have time to try all the good food that is out there. I don’t have time to learn Spanish as well as I’d like. I don’t have time to rest. I don’t have enough time for sleep.This past week, my family celebrated the lives of my uncle, Andy, and his wife, Bea. They both passed away last winter. We had a combined funeral and burial for them in the church where Andy had been baptized 94 years earlier.Bea was also 94 when she died, just a few months after Andy. Bea and Andy married when they were 66 years old. It was a first marriage for them both, and they had almost 30 years together.Remembering their lives made me think about time.Because both Andy and Bea had full lives before they met one another.

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