Do you ever get the feeling the Universe is hitting you over the head, trying to get your attention with a particular message? That's how I felt this weekend. And the message came right from Tim McGraw: Live Like You Were Dying. l
Well, maybe it didn't come right from Tim himself. But I was clearly reminded of his song at least a dozen times and now it's looping itself through my brain, day and night. First, my husband and I took our grandsons to Waterfire in Providence, Rhode Island where nearly a thousand people gathered in support of breast cancer awareness. It was the last Waterfire of the season — filled with ritual, fire and water in the most beautifully imagined ways — both a fundraiser and tribute to breast cancer awareness. At dusk, 150 survivors walked to the basin of the three-mile river, each carrying a pink torch, lighting the dark, lighting our hearts, evocative music filling the air. Even our 12 and 14 year old grandsons were moved, clapping with the rest of us in both appreciation and acknowledgement. The air was filled with courage. And love. I felt honored to be part of this ceremony on this warm October night; I hugged these three men in my life thought: embrace these moments, they're fleeting at best.
The next day I called a good friend whose husband has been challenged for months by radical cancer treatment. Hearing the tears in her voice, I could only imagine it'd gotten worse. It had. But her tears were for a friend who'd just taken her own life. Such irony as they were doing everything to prolong his. And then another friend called with the news that a family member had gone to the doctor with stomach pains that seemed fairly routine, "nothing much," she assumed. She was hospitalized, opened up, closed up, told the tumor had wrapped itself around too many organs; she has weeks to live. Zero to ten in a matter of hours. Seemingly healthy one minute, dying the next. How can that be?
My friends and I talked about embracing life, now, not waiting until after retirement (we're each pushing beyond the 60/65 mark), not waiting until the financial planner says it's okay to take that trip to Venice or buy that vacation home we've been wanting for so long. What exactly are we waiting for? At some point, we're going to have to journey with loved ones as they die, or we ourselves are going to die.
Don't we want to live first? I don't mean be reckless with our resources, but clearly we can make a few "risky" choices. We can go skydiving and not worry about the consequences. We can live before we die. Thank you, universe, for reminding me to let go of fear, real and imagined, and to just let go! Everyone, have a happy day, no matter where you are on your journey. — ps
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