Of course, most days are not like that. Several weeks ago was a day that I had truly looked forward to. A friend from high school days was going to be back in our old home town and many of the group would be able to join him for breakfast and a chance to catch up with each other. A pall was cast over the gathering because one of our friends could not be there. Two days before she'd been airlifted to the hospital with a blood clot on the brain. She was still unconscious and the prognosis wasn't good.
In the days that followed, our old lunch table group kept in touch with each other through email and Facebook posts, sharing our concern and our memories. Although death had touched all of us in someway through the years, all members of this group were still alive and being together had made the years fall away and images of school days were fresh.
Today that changed. Carol Lindberg Braaten's time on earth has ended and there is an empty seat at the lunch table. I wrote this poem several days ago in that state of sadness and impending loss.