The sun sets on another day…
It was cloudy, and the world seemed a little surreal as the sun set. High above I knew the sun was magnificent, and the sunset even better.
I went to a memorial today. It’s not my favorite place to go, nor is it my favorite event. It was cloudy and snowy and really a mess outside. I wasn’t sure what to expect, I wore a black suit with a black dress shirt and had a red handkerchief in my pocket. When I arrived everyone was dressed differently and I saw the daughter of a woman who I enjoyed tremendously.
Sylvia was not a close friend, nor did we spend a lot of time together. Sylvia and I had no romantic relationship, and we did not share our deepest darkest secrets with each other either. Sylvia was one of my readers, and each year for several years she would come to an event that she knew I was at and hug me for a moment then talk to me about books, life, and the world. Our conversations were not short but they weren’t long either. As we talked we didn’t really solve the problems in the world but we enjoyed the time with each other.
Sylvia and I had no expectations of each other. I believe I told her I would adopt her at one time, but she was quite a bit older than I was. We just enjoyed our time and I thought that was pretty great.
Sylvia’s daughter once worked for a television station and interviewed me as an author. I had a great time with her and I found her to be driven and passionate about life, just like her mother. She was heartbroken and there were family issues in the process like there always are at someone’s end of life.
I found myself in a memorial full of love. Probably around 70 people were there and those people were very happy and very sad. I listened, I learned and I realized the people there had much more time with Sylvia than I did, and I missed out on a lot. When it came time to speak I stood and told everyone that I felt they were all very lucky each of them had more time than I did with this wonderful woman and each of them was happy with the time they had spent. I told people that we all have a slice of the life with each other and I had only a slice of a slice of a slice with Silvia and noted that I missed out. I believe that and I believe that all of us face similar quite often.
As we left I stopped and hugged Sylvia’s daughter, and told her that she was amazing and so was her mom. I went outside and although the day hasn’t changed I was happy because even my slice of a slice of a life meant something and how could I ignore the beauty of the day. Hold on to people, realize how fantastic it is to have any time with the people around you. Every day is a gift and those people that means something to you bigger gift. Don’t let go, be excited and amazed and try to make every day better than the last not just for you what for the people around you. I believe we can make better days every day.
So as the sun sets on another day, let’s make this day the best day of your life. Remember the special people that bring you joy and find other people bring you even more joy you are an amazing gift to the world and everyone that interacts with you can help you see the world in better ways. Be that person that ties people together all that you can, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and goodbye Silvia…