This evening a memory showed up, and with it came an awareness that I am not the same person I was then. Back in 2012 I experienced a medical crisis that almost ended my life. What was written on my chart was “massive bi-lateral pulmonary embolisms” – large blood clots on both lungs. The doctor told me later that if I hadn’t gotten to the hospital when I did I likely would have died. Tonight I was remembering the moment in the ER when they told me that I had blood clots in my lungs. Less than two years prior my wife, Veronica, had died, probably from a blood clot, so when I heard that it was happening to me my immediate thought was that I was about to die. As that news washed over me the tears began to flow, not because I was afraid of dying, but because there were people in my life who I wasn’t done loving yet. As it turned out, my immediate fears were unfounded. They put me on blood-thinners, I got better, and here I am 13 years later still alive and kicking. But the truth is that I am still dying. We all are. If it were up to me I would prefer that it not be tonight, but sooner or later it is going to be my turn. And tonight, as this memory flowed through my brain (and my heart), it occurred to me that the next time I feel death’s approach there will be at least one difference. I think I will be much less concerned about not being done loving the people in my life. What I know now is that I will never be done loving those beloveds, because love is eternal. It just keeps going. Whether I am residing in this body, or have taken up residence in some other realm (I don’t have a clue how such things work), my love will keep on flowing. In fact, I’m pretty sure that once released from the limitations connected with this human life my love will grow wings and become more expansive than I can even begin to imagine. I trust that my family and friends will still be able to experience my loving delight in their existence. I know it has been true for how I continue to experience my late wife’s presence. I hope I can continue breathing, and living, and loving for many more years yet, and I am very aware that I don’t get to be in charge of that particular timing. But in this moment I am finding comfort in the awareness that death cannot stop love. It just continues to flow.