Your article reminds me of the impending death of my Mother--although in practice, she’s already gone.

https://medium.com/storygarden/on-sanctity-of-life-what-shall-be-sacred-18c0668a9f90

When I euthanized my dog, I sobbed for her loss. I mourned the day I always knew would come.

I also felt grateful for the time we spent together and the way she enriched my life and everything she taught me about leadership.

https://medium.com/storygarden/amaze-balls-parents-do-these-things-cc08a1aa04a0

The worst grief for me has not been the loss of beautiful experiences I know I will never have again. It has been the loss of an imagined future that I will never get to experience at all.

That hurt never seems to leave me.

There is a term called “chronic sorrow." Sometimes, it is the grief you feel for what you never had (and wish you did, even if only for a short while).

Thank you for writing Mandy Spears