I find myself saying quietly, “We’re all heading home.” Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday, the inevitable will come to pass. This is not sadness, it is truth. We are all walking along a road whose end is certain. What matters is not the destination, but the way we walk together along the path. With laughter, with sadness, with silence, with forgiveness. Every step is a shared step. Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.” And I feel that now, not as an idea but as a lived reality. Each moment with you is part of that walk. Each memory with my children, though distant, is part of that walk. Even the quiet hours with those I care for at Ability Beyond, these too are steps on the road home. Home doesn't have to be far away, or the end. Home is also the presence we offer each other now, on the journey. Home is every hand held, every word spoken in truth, every meal shared, every kindness offered. We’re all walking each other home. And in knowing that, I can rest in gratitude: for the walk, for the company, and for the love that makes even the hardest steps worth taking.
“We’re all just walking each other home.” — Ram Dass