I had the realization a few days ago that, as I get older, the calendar is filling up with more and more days that remind me of the loss of lovely people.
Only the good die young, so I’ll guess I’ll still be around for a while.
Missing you today, Jamie. Nice belt.
Two years and two days ago, we lost someone who was young, vivacious, and sweet. I hadn’t followed Jamie for long, so I hadn’t interacted with her much. But still, her loss affected me.
It was sudden. It was shocking that someone young and beautiful could be gone so quickly.
Maybe I’ve just been lucky to have not known much death in my lifetime. Though, I’ve come close on my own a few times. Once, when I was 19, I was lying in a hospital bed with a fever of 106º. My mother came to visit and asked where my room was. The nurse, apparently not knowing who she was, said “Oh, you mean the boy who’s dying?” She was a little upset about that. As I recuperated, I thought to myself that this was one of those experiences that people talk about, where they face their mortality and then really start *living*. But I went back to my same scaredy-cat, play-it-safe life afterwards.
Let the people you love know you love them every day. Every day.