You may have noticed my absence here. Life has a way of gently redirecting our paths, and lately, mine has led me to my father's bedside. As he approaches the final chapter of his journey, I find myself in the profound role of caregiver – a position that leaves little room for the usual rhythms of sharing and connecting online.
These days unfold differently. Time moves both slower and faster, somehow. The hours by his side have become a meditation on presence, on the weight and worth of each passing moment.
There is something to be said for slowing down, for letting time breathe around us. Perhaps it takes these watershed moments to remind us that life's richest experiences often come not in the doing, but in the being – in the small acts of witnessing, of sitting with both joy and sorrow, of simply existing alongside those we love.
I will return to this space, eventually, when time and energy allow. For now, I'm learning to embrace this slower pace, to find meaning in the pause, and to honor these precious moments that, despite their difficulty, hold their own kind of beauty.
Thank you for your understanding as I navigate this season of life. May we all remember that sometimes, the most meaningful path is the one that asks us to slow our steps.