It’s been a rough week.
It’s actually been a rough few months, with three family members on their way out of this world, and two of those three with illnesses taking them much too young.
Then this Saturday, my good friend and fabulous poet was killed in a bicycle accident in Queens. He was 36. I’m still reeling from the loss, and can’t even imagine what his family is going through.
Life seemed bleak and ridiculously cruel. There were bad days. But then thoughts of my motto kicked in: Life is short. Don’t wait.
I’ll say. I picked my head up and looked around.
I toasted my friend one more time, then dusted myself off.
I know you’ve lost loved ones, too, and I don’t mean to be a downer – just the opposite. There’s nothing like mortality to force you out of your chair and back into the world. So all I want to say is this: grab every day by the (pick a body part) and live it with all you’ve got. May we all have long life and the health to enjoy it. Cheers.
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