Remembering

I was remembering my grandma saying the Rosary.

There was a piece of a prayer that I remembered to be, “Someday we will be left with nothing. Someday we will all turn to dust.”

Now, I think it was actually, “Someday we will be stripped of everything. Someday we will all face death.” Because I found that I had written it in a journal 15 or so years ago. This would have been closer to a time when I would have heard her say it.

Either way, it brings comfort to me. And always has. Its not meant to scare us or bring us down. Rather, its the verbal expression of a humble truth.

We are more than what we own, and in the end only the strength and depth of our love will matter.