Time

Time is a funny thing, when it relates to other people.

Ever think about how long someone's life has intersected with yours? Knowing a person for a mere fraction of their lifetime doesn't seem like much, until you reach a milestone -- such as 50, or beyond -- and then you suddenly realize that perhaps it has been a bit, after all. And somehow the time seems both long, and incredibly short. 

You wish it were longer, and then you realize, how lucky you are that your paths ever crossed in the first place. And how much you are looking forward to seeing how ongoing life unfolds for them. You hope it is filled with satisfaction, comfort, and contentment, and that it is blessedly free of tribulations.

The frailty of humanity reminds you that there never seems to be enough time. So you hold in your heart, the gratitude for the time you have had, knowing that it is irreplaceable.