In the middle of life’s events they can seem to be eternal, the beginning and end being out of our line of sight, and the Grace & Peace winter shelter is no exception. It’s a challenge, having my life intersected by the lives of so many strangers, and even though I only spend one night out of seven there, it’s a 12 hour stretch that has a lot of impact on the rest of the week. This year, I took over the last night of the shelter (not my normal night, but the other staff member was ill). There weren’t but six guests remaining (out of 16), so the usual intensity wasn’t there, instead it was a moment of reflection for me, a moment to lean back and think of the year’s events and wonder what would become of the former residents. I don’t know where they all go; some go into other shelters, some to friends and family, and some to subsidized housing, all of these being places they’ve been before. Others seem to simply disappear.