I was taking our trash down to the curb last evening when our neighbor, Butch, drove by. He stopped, rolled down the window and said, "Hey, little girl!" like he always does when he sees me. "Hi Butch! How are you?" I replied. He paused. "Ok, all things considered......"
In asking for clarification of this odd statement from a usually very upbeat man, I learned that his wife, Mary, had died unexpectedly a few days earlier. What?!?! I'm not particularly close to them, but Mary walks our neighborhood, Butch bikes or runs, so I'm friendly with them and used to seeing them on a regular basis. I had just seen Mary a few weeks ago, driving with her grandbaby. Mary had pulled up next to me as I was running, rolled down her window, and proudly asked, “Do you want to meet my precious granddaughter?” She appeared quite healthy, bubbly as always. Although I don’t typically like it when people stop me to chat while I’m running, her beaming face disarmed me. I’m glad now that I took the time to stop and talk with her.
As I see the procession of cars leaving our neighborhood for her funeral this morning, I am deeply saddened for their loss. Life is so short, so fragile, so unpredictable, imperfect. Live every moment. Love every moment. Remember what is truly important and precious and don't waste time being sad, mad or frustrated over the things that don't matter in the grand scheme of it all.
Choose to have a beautiful, rich, meaningful day...today and every day.