45 DAYS TO GO
45 days is one-and-a-half months, which is no time at all... but right now I'm struck by the constructs of life, how publication seems terribly important until you think about what's really important: family and friends and making connections with people.
This short month, I was born nearly four decades ago. Last year, a little girl that I babysat when she was a toddler, died at age 16, on my birthday.
On February 20th, four years ago, a little baby boy my son's age, died in his parents' arms.
Yesterday, my friend's mom died.
February, with its frigid winds and snow, is a bleak month.
Today I feel fortunate that those closest to me are healthy and happy. I want to live in the moment and not in a constant state of anticipation. It's easier said than done, but I think it's important for all of us to try. I am looking forward to spring. Peace be with you.