While I hammered out the previous post HOLDING THE END IN MY HANDS someone dear to me lay dying.
I have barely been able to hold a pen in my hands. Those times when I reflect on writing my final wishes that evening, I feel selfish. Yet there wasn’t a thing I could have done to change the outcome. On that I am certain.
I’d tried to reach them, tried to teach them, sharing my hard-earned wisdom of history, genetics, and unfortunate choices. Never could I share an “I told you so,” my head full of old wounds offered to protect them. They already knew. They hurt enough and their wounds, like a protector, I wished would quickly heal. I preferred to dish out “Atta girl, Follow your heart and happiness will follow, Do what you love and love will come to you, Lead with your gut but don’t forget your head, Life is short, and a complimentary You rock!”.
It’s over now. I will not dwell on the proximity I never had. I’m grateful for the times I had her ear, most grateful to have learned she had listened. Selectively. I’m grateful for the times we had together throughout our lives. I’ve grateful she was brought into this world, so sad to say she is gone.
Thus I see how short life is and I say it often, I’m saying it to you: Life is short. Live every moment as if it is your last. Forgive and forget. Rock on. Follow your heart and happiness will follow.
And for her: