jujueye

Trying to grow from it. Nice phrasing. I suppose the contstant coming and going of family and friends should teach us all to live more vicariously, love with more abandonment. Still, sometimes it's just not who we are. It's a confusing place in our heads, trying to know what to do.

A figment of your imagination. That, too, was very nice. This is part of the confusion. Were they really here? Of course they were. But knowing they are still around, even if you don't take the time to call and say hi, is still better than knowing they are not here and not able to be at the other end of the phone any more.

Life's a bitch. Very objective. It's true. I know. But it just glosses over too much detail. Too many holidays. Too many smiles. Is life really a bitch, or does it just seem that way when someone has passed away? I think life is not a bitch. It's quite a gift. There are people who make it good, like the angels who work at hospice centers.

I'm still thinking about all this. And I'm thinking about where my own selfish time needs to be spent; where I can shift a few hours here or there for someone else that I know I'll miss if they were gone.