A life well lived.

Over the past few months we have experienced grief and the rituals surrounding the death of a loved one.

We have had our own loss and have attempted to support our friends and extended family with their losses.

Today there were two funerals, each one for a person who had lived many decades and their services were a celebration of life.  Yesterday we marked the 16th birthday of a relative who died two years ago.  And Saturday was the memorial service for our nephew who was 25 years old.

Each person leaves behind family and friends who are grieving.  The loss of their company leaves a hole in the lives of their loved ones.

As I pondered the difference in the ages and circumstances of each person, I wondered, what does it mean when someone says that the deceased had a life well lived?

It certainly isn’t just the time the person lived on the planet.  I think that it has more to do with the influence for good that the person had.

Using that measure, the two younger people have had a tremendous influence for good, even after their passing.

Please don’t misunderstand me, I feel that their young lives cut short were tragic events.  However, there is the outpouring of love and increased compassion that has been the outcome from those tragedies.  Those two young people are still an influence for good.

When I see the demonstration of love among those left behind, I believe that all four of the ones I have been thinking of had a life well lived.

I don’t want to sound morbid, I just want to live my life so that when the end comes, those that are left behind will have a joyous celebration amidst the loss.  That will mean that I had a life well lived.

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Announcing that I have finished a book with the working title of “The Fairy Fort.” I am currently pitching it to publishers. Keep checking back to watch the progress of my newest novel.

Here is a quick glimpse of the story.

Sarah Doherty is an 18-year-old living in rural Ireland at the tail end of the Great War. Plagued by severe epilepsy, she is protected by her parents and lives a sheltered, secluded, lonely life. The Fae, local Irish fairies, interfere with her life. She falls forward a century in time through the local fairy fort of standing stones. She had a seizure in 1918 and woke up in 2020. The 21st century world includes life-saving prescriptions, physical comforts and the independence and freedom she seeks. The locals are welcoming and Andy Mclaughlin, a handsome young historian, is intriguing. She doesn’t want to return home.

Then a letter arrives from Boston divulging the story of Sarah and Andy’s lives that are deeply entwined in the previous century. They are not yet in love but as they seek to verify the letter through online resources, they feel a growing obligation to their unborn family and to each other. What would happen to their posterity living in Boston if they don’t return to 1918? Even if they do make it back, her parents can never know what happened to her or that would change everything.

This Young Adult time-travel romance explores the question: Do we have the freedom to make choices or is free will an elaborate illusion?

This is my third book. I love reading time travel romances. I am an advocate for epilepsy awareness because my 43-year-old son has intractable epilepsy. As a genealogist specializing in Irish research, I live part of the year in the village where the story is based. I wrote the book to help young adults understand that difficult situations can change your life. Sometimes miraculously.