When we hear the sad news of a celebrity or significant public personality passing, it reminds us of our own past. Often our connection is to a shared time – the music we listened to, the films we saw, the events we witnessed.
It is the memories of those days, those shared times, the recollection of our own dim distant youth and the good times therein, that often brings the sadness, the emotion, maybe the tears.
When people close to us pass away, the number of connections is more, the richness of the memories even brighter, deeper, warmer.
It is at these points of passing, that we reflect on our own mortality. When lives end, we pay attention to the passing of our own years. Time slipping away.
Yet life is passing with every moment.
Each passing hour, minute, second is a moment of our own lives; and so many we let go without conscious thought.
So many pass without reflection to their significance; so many pass in the blink of an eye; so many slip away without time to relish their part in the contribution to our own evolution, our own personal learning and growth.
So many pass without awareness to the contribution we make to the richness of others memories. The people we touch. The difference we make. The memory making moments our existence has had, to those around us who will be here long afterwards.
The passing of life isn’t about death, it’s about now. This minute, this moment.