When the LOML and I travelled to New York City last month, we went to St. Paul’s Chapel at Ground Zero. As I walked through the displays honoring the recovery effort after September 11th, I cried and cried and cried. I didn’t know anyone who died in the attacks, so my tears weren’t from a personal loss. I grieved for everyone’s pain and our nation’s sorrow. I just couldn’t stop crying.
As I cried, I vowed to keep myself focused on what I know is true: people matter. Family and friends are priceless and can be gone in an instant. I know this, but I easily forget. I promised to make sure I kept this in the front of my brain to honor everyone who died that day.
And then I came home from New York. School started. Life got busy and hectic and scheduled and crunched and frantic.
This morning I got another reminder of what matters. This time it’s personal.
A kind, generous, talented man I admire as a wonderful father, grandfather, HUMAN is going to welcome Hospice into his home to help him make his exit from our world. He has fought an honorable fight with numerous health issues and he just can’t fight anymore. His diseases won. It’s time.
I just hung up the phone after hearing this news from my friend. It is her Father that is preparing to leave us. So she is preparing as well. She is definitely her Father’s daughter: gifted, kind, quietly-powerful and solid as a rock. I admire the heck out of this woman. We have been friends for decades and I am at a loss for what to do for her. As usual, she is steadfast and I am a mess.
And I’m crying again.
Please do this for me today to honor my friends: take a deep breath, slow down, look at the people around you that you love more than anything else on this planet and tell them they matter. Tell them they mean the world to you. Tell them you love them.
I promise I will do the same.
Blessings to you and yours.