I thought a lot about writing this blog. Whether it was appropriate, whether it was too depressing, whether I could even get into words how I feel. Clearly, I decided the answer was probably Yes to all of the above, and yet- it was still worth writing.
This weekend a dear friend, a best friend, lost her father.
I know, you can't even imagine right? And if you can, I am so incredibly sorry for your loss.
This particular man, lost his fight to Alzheimer's at a young age. Too young. And this particular friend, lost her dad at a young age. Too young.
Another dear friend of mine was just diagnosed with a disease. Although not deadly, she will still have a fight in front of her to regain her heath. Medicines she must take, treatments she must go to, work she must miss. A life disruption.
All of the above brought me to the state of mind I am in this morning. Life is short. So, why does it always take these events to remind us of that? We clearly know how fast things can change, how easily our lives are completely derailed by death, or sickness. But, we fail to remember it daily.
Will I remember my friend's loss each morning when I wake up? Will I remember my friends struggle to beat a disease? Or will I complain about what I think are my 'problems', take my family and friends for granted, or use valuable energy where it isn't needed?
I would hope that the answer to my questions is No. I would hope that I will remember each morning how lucky I am to live this life, how much I shouldn't take for granted. But, I am only human.
I know I will forget. I know I will allow myself to sometimes be selfish, dramatic, and take life for granted. All I can do is wake up the next day and do better. Try harder. Remember real struggle. And I will. I will remember.
In loving memory of Robert Lisotto 1946-2012.