This is a path I walk most afternoons. The pups and I end our day with a little sunset stroll. And every day a golf cart is parked at that exact same spot. Just to the right of this magical sunset. Ja, I live on a golf estate, so seeing people driving around on golf carts is not something unusual but this golf cart is there every single afternoon. Sometimes it’s just one person, sitting, taking in the view, and sometimes, it’s a whole family. But they are there. Every. Single. Day. I stopped by yesterday to chat with them. To find their why. It was a mom and her daughter. The daughter must have been around my age. I noticed fresh flowers next to a rock. There are always flowers there. She told me that her dad had passed away at that spot. He was playing golf with friends. And he passed. They miss him terribly. So, every afternoon, they pack some drinks and go spend time with him. They end each day with a beautiful sunset. And spending time with him. The daughter jokes that he couldn’t have chosen a better spot. But I hear the pain in her voice. Jamie Anderson summed grief up perfectly (tragically but perfectly). She said that grief, she has learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. And this family left me in tears as I walked home yesterday. Ugly cried like my life depended on it. They have found a place for their love to go. Every day. Every single afternoon, they give that love to the sunset. And spend time with their dad. A reminder that this life goes by quickly. And things can change without notice or consultation. Love those who treat you right. And tell them often. I call it loving louder and perhaps after the last couple of years we have had, we should love the loudest. So that’s what I will be doing today. Loving the loudest. I really, really hope you feel loved today. Okay. Love you. Bye.