We hear the word “precious” bantered around like it is something ordinary. We might hear: “Oh doesn’t so-and-so look precious?” The word seems pedestrian. We hear it everywhere. I like this definition of precious: (from dictionary.reference.com) (something) highly esteemed for … Continue reading
Startling as it seems, I spent over an hour on the phone with my best friend, helping me to understand life.
Brad helped me understand that I am powerless to change the situation in which I find myself in, regarding my Dad.
There is no going back to the halcyon days of yesteryear. It is, after all, what it is. Dying is a process I am just beginning to understand, as I myself, enter my 6th decade on this seemingly rotating ball of boredom at times.
I am learning that time is perhaps the most precious commodity we humans have. Memories are fashioned in the context of time, whether they be good or bad.
I have not been here. It is painful. It is powerful. The lessons being taught, are not what I desire. Control. It is an illusion, to an extent. I want control of the situation, but it it not mine to orchestrate.
Perhaps as we look back at our own life, and understand the necessity of brokenness and barren spirit, we begin to understand the essence of life itself. We sequester that which is painful. Which is tedious. Which is dull, and mundane.
It is in these things, we find the true meaning of life. Simply to love, and to be loved.
Thanks old friend, for reminding me of the value of friendship. “To rejoice with them that rejoice, and to weep with them that weep.” (Romans 12:15)
“A joy shared, is a double joy. But a burden shared, is half a burden.”
— Jewish Proverb