So deep. And so true. I think often about the last time I saw Lindsey, when she got out of my bed at about 8 am on Sunday, March 15th, 2020, as she had many times before, with neither of us thinking she never would again (yet in hindsight her soul did signal an inkling a few months before when she felt moved to give me her Claddagh ring)(you've read that tale).

But we can't live life "like every time is the last time." At best, we can appreciate the person in that way.