How clearly you see everything...

I've been thinking along these lines, from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, one of my favorite books:

"The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn't held it tighter when you had it every day. What had Gramma Mary Rommely said? "To look at everything always as though you were seeing it for the first or last time: Thus is your time on Earth filled with glory."

There are more significant clues this week that my job might change or be eliminated for next year.  Sad.  It's quite interesting how knowing time is/might be limited can make any circumstance more beautiful, including eighth graders right before Spring Break.  Lessons to learn from Gramma Mary Rommely.