A bridge connects two inaccessible points and provides a means for crossing safely over from Point A to Point B. The bridge in this photo carries a portion of the Virginia Creeper Trail where it crosses South Holston Lake in East Tennessee. Imagine how glorious the views are up there!

We cross a lot of bridges as we pass through the various phases of life. We are never more aware of these than when we are inching ever closer to the final one. I am in East Tennessee visiting my sweet cousin. I have several cousins and I love them all. I was very close to this particular cousin growing up because I had a huge “little girl crush” on him when he came home from the Navy. And…..this particular cousin has a terminal illness. We’ve known for some time. He’s having chemo…and, even though it kicks his butt, it has bought him time and given him a better quality of life. For that I am eternally grateful.

Yesterday we went out boating on the lake. The day was exquisite…absolutely exquisite. I am honored to be with them, especially now. Now we are becoming slightly more aware there are actually numbers on the days. His wife is being so generous with sharing my cousin with me. I don’t take that lightly. They are on a bridge right now. There is a certain uncertainty to this whole situation. We know what’s coming…kinda. This is walking grief. The kind you get to visit in the long, dark hours before dawn. It’s very raw. And it’s very real.

I can’t imagine being in their shoes. I am so touched to witness this sweet life-long love they so freely shower on each other. I am honored to bear witness to a life well-lived.

❤️???❤️

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.””

Joshua 1:9 NIV