As I waited for my daughter’s gymnastics class to end this evening, I overheard a couple of women talking.
One woman said she was taking an online course. She wanted to get out of teaching and into something in the medical field, perhaps even hospice.
The other woman agreed. “My sister works in hospice. She just loves it.”
That struck me as odd, butÂ curiosityÂ piqued, I eavesdropped some more.
The woman said her sister enjoyed seeing how people behave at the end of their lives. A lot of times, estranged relationships are mended. People put away their past regrets and theÂ unforgivableÂ sins and made things right for the moment, becauseÂ there wouldn’t be many more moments to do so.
Not that reconciliations happen all the time, but often, she said.
If only we lived with those future thoughts all the time. I wonder how we’dÂ live then?