I want to write a positive post. I want to discuss how to focus on the important things, the things that truly matter to us. I want to quote James Taylor: “the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”
But I’m not feeling positive. I’m just feeling sad.
Today I attended the funeral of a friend. He was someone I worked with, someone I also ran into occasionally in the synagogue or at a scouting event, someone I liked. He was a sweet, smart guy who, I am so sad to say, had melanoma. And now he’s gone, leaving behind a wife, son, mother, sisters, friends, co-workers, and lots of boy scouts who adored him.
It’s the 5th funeral I’ve been to in the last 2 years.
I know it’s a cliche, but still, I try to remember: life is short. Sometimes, far too short. None of us knows how long any of us actually have on this earth. So let’s make the most of it.
Please excuse me, I’ve got to go. I’m planning to call some loved ones, to tell them again how much they mean to me. I’ll kiss my kids, and play a rousing game of — of whatever game they choose, with a lot of laughter. And then I’m going to get some sleep, hopefully with my boyfriend’s arms wrapped around me.
Because life is short. And I want to enjoy the passage of time.