It is this way for me.  When I am reading a really great book… I mean.. .off the charts good… I don’t want it to end.  It is with a bittersweet sentiment that I turn each page.  I am SO enjoying it, hence the progression and page turning…. but I don’t want to stop reading.

The same goes for an amazing movie.  Or a picnic lunch.  A long swim in the warm ocean waters of the Caribbean.

It is when I find that ultimate joy, and delight in something, that I just want it to keep going and going forever and ever.

For some people it might be the ultimate dessert.  You have in front of you an immaculate Peanut Butter Pie drizzled with Hot Fudge.  That fork sinks into the very tip of the pie…  then your first bite…. and you just don’t want that flavor-fest to end.

Or Corn Dogs at the County Fair… with Mustard AND Ketchup.

There are a boatload of things like this in life… That are the ultimate in goodness, joy, and gladness.  We so enjoy them.  Yet.  When they are done, they aren’t truly over…  at least I don’t think so.  We still remember how they made us feel.  We have had that particular experience that we should never forget… because it was such a grand gift.

You know.   Tonight, I was thinking the same thing goes for people.  When we meet someone who is incredibly golden, whose spirit is true and full and bright…
…. who ….. …. when they smile… fill the room with a genuine warmth.
It is  those people who we want to be around for the all and all.  We want the likes of them to go on forever … because they are one of the souls who are filled with light in the world.

But when they end… we feel like something grand has been lost.

Yet.  Just like an amazing book, or a tremendously good song… we have the ability to recollect and reflect on that very thing.  We keep the message in our hearts.  We can feel that beat in our step.  We remember HOW they made us feel.

We remember.  Not because we are supposed to.  We remember because it was so precious.  And so good.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.  —  Seneca

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.  —  T. S. Eliot