Lately, if you've been reading my Blog, you will have read posts on loss.. And how I am trying to deal with the terrible losses I am dealing with, dancing with, crying with, smiling through.
And sooner than I know, it will be the tenth annual *anniversary* of the 9/11 Tragedy, a date of infamy, a date in American History where we, as Americans, reached a pinnacle of sublime connection, and then plummeted to a depth of racism not seen since the sixties. I found this Gentleman:
Don't Forget to Hug Your Children, and your Parents
Sadly I hear some element of that phrase over and over again from mourners reflecting on words left unsaid, gestures not made. And even though we all understand in our heads that tomorrow is not guaranteed, it is so hard to live a life that illustrates that understanding in our hearts.
I think I shall tune in to his commentaries more often. LZ GrandersonI get this a lot: this cynicism regarding my intent to live life with heart wide open.
To the cynic, this kind of talk is considered light and fluffy. But as someone who knows what it's like to hear the sobs of a father who had lost his only child the day before, there is nothing light or fluffy about a grieving heart.
I am still processing the loss of my Dear Friends Sam Goldstein and Kevin Manion. Every day, I still look for my Teeghkii, positive that TODAY, this will be revealed as one big Candid Camera Joke. So far, it has not.
But today, in preparation for the Rememberance of 9/11, I want to just simply tell you all one small little thing: I Love You. You are, each and every one of you, part of my Chosen Family, and I am incredibly Blessed with your presence in my life. I do not want to remember that "I should have told you I Loved You." I want to remember that I DID remember to tell you.