A friend who has lived through and survived breast cancer, a family business' faltering and still failing, moving from her big beautiful garden and her dream house into a small box she treasures because it's home to her and hers shared these words with a woman who had lost something at the center of her heart.

"Life goes on."

This truth wasn't glib and trivial, nor a dismissal of the sad woman's experience.  It's a promise and a challenge.   She was saying, "Life goes on--are you in?" 

This middle of the night, all alone and reflecting on this,  I say that I am, I want to be in, but.

My heart isn't in it.