As I do my daily rounds visiting residents as a chaplain intern, I come across people whose lives changed in an instant due to some sort of accident. Their first stop is the hospital, their second is rehab, and from there, many don’t return home — instead, they become permanent residents in a nursing home.
For many of these “sudden residents,” having to leave everything they’ve ever worked for, everything they’ve ever built, throws them into a heatbreak of mourning. They mourn their “lost” homes, their “lost” lives, “lost” possessions, and “lost” health so deeply, that no matter how healthy they become physically, they are never the same.
Perhaps, as we live each day, if we remind ourselves once in awhile that everything in life is temporary, and strive to enjoy each moment as we live it, these sudden life changes won’t plummet us into such a deep, mournful existence.