Paradox

Life, as I know it, seems finite and infinite in so many ways.  Seemingly I manage to get through every day with that paradox hanging over my head.  I visit my mom's gravesite every so often to 'chat' and to break up the dirt clumps that are still present as no grass seed has yet been planted.  I then come home to my three daughters and check to see how they have changed since yesterday.  Before breathing out I imagine my oldest in her gown graduating from grade school.  The next vision is cap and gown from high school and then university.  That is as far as my visions go because then my breath catches and I have to concentrate on not passing out!  So weird.