Some things, even for a writer are difficult to put into words.  I’ve lost some of the people closest to me in the last last years.  Each one following the other with the coming of the fall season.  I consider myself lucky to have only understood this kind of loss in my early thirties (ignorance is bliss) and still, I find myself with so few understanding the impact that kind of experiences have on a person going forward.  Losing someone you love, watching them take their last breath changes you forever.

It also makes you aware of the the huge paradox of the resilience of life and the fragility of it.  I am acutely aware of the fact that my remaining loved ones can be taken from me at any moment.  I work even harder to build quality rapport with them. The people I hold dearest, my brother, my sister, my parents,  a handful of very close friends; their available presence in my life fills me with gratitude.  I am sometimes so aware of how valuable they are to me that I find myself missing them even when they are nowhere but here.  It’s not that I spend so much time with these people but I cultivate appreciation for them in my heart.

It may be hard for anyone who hasn’t experienced loss to conceptualize the above but the point to all of this is to bring your attention to the fact that you are truly blessed if you have people around you that you love. Waste not a moment in cultivating that appreciation and seeing the value in what is available to you.  Accessible at all times is the ability to change how you relate to someone in your life, so even if you are worlds apart, it’s always possible to take a step closer.

I promise, you won’t regret it when you look back one day knowing that you made the choice.



(ps In particular this post goes out to my sister, with all my love)