In her post Never Enough Time, Lori of Losses and Gains weaves a story of loss across generations, of time, of hard-won wisdom, and of course, of love.

Nana noticed me looking at the photo and she said quietly, "That little boy died."  I nodded and answered gently, "I know, Nana.  I'm so sorry." Because of course while that little boy didn't really die, but instead the grown man that he became, I knew to her that it didn't feel that way at all.

It didn't feel like her son of nearly 70 years died, but in fact that little sunny faced boy she still carried with her deep in the recesses of her heart and memory. No matter how old he was, he still wasn't supposed to die first. It still wasn't enough time.