The month is almost over and I am still trying to play catch-up. I wonder where the summer went and then cognize that we are now into fall, with winter soon to follow.
Much of my summer was spent at my sister's home, caring for her, trying to cheer her, and then, grieving when I knew that the end was close. (The end being her mortal life; there is no end in eternity.)
Larry and I had plans to go to a writers' conference. I had plans to finish a book proposal. Plans that weren't realized. Do I regret that? Of course not. For I was where I was supposed to be, where I needed to be, where I wanted to be.
I've written before about those times when plans are interrupted or even shelved entirely. And that's okay. When family or friends are in need, plans don't matter. All that matters is being there for them.
Joy for today: being where I am supposed to be.