Oct
27
2006
Talk About Important
When one of your best friends drops you a line and tells you that his Mother is dying, that she has as little as a few weeks left to live, the daily shit that causes so much stress seems petty and unimportant. Burying one's parents is an experience that everyone has to go through at some point, but that doesn't lessen the impact. Lessen the loss.
This makes me think of my parents and how much time they've got left. They had me when they were pretty young - only twenty years separate me from my Dad, twenty two from my mother. They're both still in their fifties. My Father flirted with death a few years back (heart attack) but has fully recovered. My mother, bless her heart, has been in relatively good health for many years. Still, they're getting there. The thought of losing them chokes me up.
My heart and thoughts are with my friend in this difficult time. It's times like this that turn our usual petty thoughts into deep recognitions of the frailty of life. How short life is. How beautiful life is. How cruel it can be. How it is meant to be LIVED.
Take care, dear friend. Godspeed to your mother and your family.
