10/17/2026
Birth. Death. And the bridge between.
This morning, I had a conversation with a man from my home state of Georgia. Somehow, our conversation turned to our fathers. The lives they lived, their deaths, and the shared experience of losing them to congestive heart failure.
This stranger became a mirror. He, too, had lost his father while waiting in an airport, preparing to travel home to him.
Two strangers. Two fathers. Two stories that, for a moment, intertwined in a way neither of us could have planned.
It reminded me that, no matter where we come from, what we believe, what we do for a living, or what paths we’ve walked, there is so much that connects us.
We love. We lose. We grieve. We carry memories. We try to make sense of this brief, beautiful, sometimes heartbreaking experience of being human.
We are all here for a time, finding our way through the space between birth and death. And somewhere along the way, we have the opportunity to make that journey a little less lonely for one another.
So talk to the stranger. Ask the question. Share your story. Listen to theirs. Look beyond the surface and find the common ground.
You never know what someone is carrying, or how a simple conversation might remind you that you aren’t so different after all.
We’re all just here for a time, walking each other home. 💛
