My Sister in Law died a few hours ago. I mentioned her several months ago. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It’s actually quite amazing that she managed to live even this long after the original prognoses.
We weren’t particularly close. I’ll certainly miss her, and am feeling a kind of missed-step hollowness, but I won’t be shedding many tears.
I won’t discuss the details of her life or death here. I would like to say she led a full life, but it would have to be by her definition, not mine. I will say she wasn’t a young woman, an had already done with her life as much as she was likely to.
It has me thinking about the meaning of life. There are so many things I still hope to accomplish in my life. So many things I care about.
My kids are almost grown, but for now, they still need me. My writing efforts are finally starting to pay off. And there are still a lot of things in life I’d like to learn.
When I boil it down, it always all comes back to love. I am here because I love my life. I love the people in it and the things we do.
What is the driving force in your life? What will make you turn off the TV and engage in the world around you? What do you love?
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