I shared in the sorrow of a life today…one of my dearest childhood friends honored her 46 year old sister that had lost the battle with cancer. The heavy emotions of the day and the sadness in a life cut short caused me to reflect on my own. The husband left behind with two teenage girls, the sister left without a sister, the mother claiming that this is not the way life was intended to be…it was all so incredibly sad.
And yet, I left inspired to live my best life…to embrace the ones I love…to savor the blessings around me. I hopped in my car and drove to see my own sis, recovering from surgery in a hospital room this evening. I called my own husband and daughter and father and friends as I drove…sharing stories and life with them and telling them I love them. I hugged my mother and brother-in-law and nieces and nephews, and listened to tales from their day. I sat in that hospital room and talked and listened and talked some more to my sweet sis. I sang along with the radio in my car. I drank a coca cola at 10:30 pm and vowed to start running tomorrow. I reflected on my work and how it ought to fit in my life, rather than control it. I thought about the teenage girls that trust me enough to share their struggles. I considered love…and loving the people I encounter.
I pondered the amazing gift of heaven. And I intend…to do my best, to live my best life.