It was a hard to say goodbye to our buddy Cain. He had a gift, as all dogs do. He taught me the spirituality of the companion, of the friend who walks alongside, helping, sharing and sometimes just sitting, empty-handed, when you would rather run away.

Today is a good day, bright and golden. Today I can breathe, and think, and move, and talk, and laugh, and smile. Maybe tomorrow will be different, but today is a good day. (Poem by Kara Bowman)

When given the choice to either sit out or dance, I hope you dance. We are on this road called life, taking on mountains and challenges along the way. Perspective at the end of life is challenging.

Most of us would rather not fly after hitting the “brick wall” of the diagnosis of a life-limiting illness. Reflecting on what was good and what was bad in one’s life changes everything.