I sit here next to the fire on a rainy, cold Northern California evening thinking about life. A friend's husband died yesterday; he'd not been well for some time and I had been told he was going down hill, but I didn't expect that he would die yesterday. His wife, my friend, knew it was coming, only not when, and said she was frantic when she found him; he was found in his chair where he had fallen asleep the night before.
It's just so strange. I mean, one minute someone is here and then they're not.
So many people live like there is never going to be an end. Wasting time, wasting days, wasting precious moments not enjoying all there is to enjoy right now.
A couple of months ago something in my mind changed ever so subtly, I can't quite put my finger on it. I just started doing little things I don't normally do, eating things I don't normally eat...enjoying life a little bit more.
I guess it all comes with understanding that I am a woman of a certain age.
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