When Death Feels Close — and Life Feels Louder There are seasons in life when death doesn’t arrive once—it arrives in waves. Lately, it feels like those waves are everywhere around me. People I loved. People I once knew. People connected by place, time, work, or memory. And I find myself wondering why. Is it the season—winter pressing in, reminding us that all things rest eventually? Is it my age—because I’ve lived long enough now to see patterns, not just moments? Is it because my work, places me close to death, making me more aware of what others can still ignore? Or is it God—gently, firmly—calling me awake? I work with death often. I know how to stay composed. I know how to show up when others cannot. But carrying grief professionally doesn’t make it lighter personally. It just means I’ve learned how to stack it quietly until my soul finally asks for attention. Scripture says, “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psa...