Right now, we're in a Jane Austen golden age - a brief window of history in which we have the time and resources to form good marriages (or marriage-like arrangements) and before the science fiction future makes relationships fantastically baroque.
My mother lost her husband of 56 years recently. They were married for 42 years; divorced for 14. When they separated back in the '90s, none of the 10 offspring could have predicted the events that occurred when my father was admitted to the ICU nearly 800 miles away.
I could not be more relieved to be done with this. NOT because I can't wait to share my foibles, mistakes, and messy past year. No, that actually scar...
I miss Joel. I love Antonio. My friends feel the same way. Sometimes it's complicated. Other times, it's simple. Tears keep falling - on a hike, a phone call, even at a party. But I smile and laugh a lot, too. Life is so strange.
When on the night of the full moon you come full circle in your appreciation for your body -- despite a frozen neck and shoulder, no Internet for 2...
She's in the playroom when Goldie plays. She's by my side while I'm working at my office. She's on Julie's shoulder while her and Goldie play at the playground.
Ironically, Sister Pat taught me to have faith. Not in God, but in people. Because there are people out there who are just amazing through and through. Who do good everyday for all the right reasons. And for me, that's even more impressive than an all-powerful being.
Emily surprised me with a new plant on my birthday. We named her Federika. I thanked Emily a thousand times, all the while thinking, Holy, shit, if this thing dies I am totally f*cked. Please, God, don't let this f*cker die.
Someone came in barking about Yelp! Apparently, it's some kind of site on the Internet. He said I was mentioned on it, rude, grumpy, miserable bastard bartender with a fixed scowl on his face and that is his good points. Something along those lines, so he says.
Our time on this earth is shorter than we think it is. In the end, we won't be remembered for how much money we made or what we did for a living. We'll be remembered for our kindness and the compassion we extended toward others.
Given that my time is no more special than yours, I would recommend that you too join the ranks of timeist. Though it's not something to parade around about, I don't think there's anything to be ashamed about either.
Having been faced with such a decision and circumstance has inevitably changed me to the core and continues to do so to this day. I don't think I will ever stop growing and learning from it. I have "aha moments" all the time. I still try to understand why this happened to me and from the questions I ask myself I get answers... new ones, different ones, hard ones and great ones.
I had planned to write all the details from that Saturday. I did do that. It just came out and it wasn't cathartic at all. It was descriptive, It cap...
She is living in moments of her life that are over, moments where sometimes her children and grandchildren don't even exist. Then every now and again, she is jarred into the present. I would like to think she has points of clarity when she knows that the way her life played out was good.
I hope those of you reading this blog will take the opportunity to share it with your friends and family. These are simple ideas and easy to keep in mind. As anyone will tell you who have had a death notification you never forget how or where you were told.
After celebrating 40 years of existence, I thought I'd share some tidbits of what I've learned. Change is the only constant in life. It moves forward regardless of how hard you resist. You are just a speck of sh*t in the grandness of the Universe. You are going to die. But that means you're alive.