I've noticed something very strange about life: it keeps on truckin'. And, whether you're in it or you're out...it keeps on moving. The sun rises the next day, everyone wakes up, has their caffeine hit, and proceeds with their day. This has shocked me into a morbid reality lately. The reality that I'm kinda' disposable. I mean, not in a depressing/I-want-to-slit-my-wrists kind of way, but in a way that shakes the cobwebs out of my mind and makes me realize that life must be lived...and NOW. I can't simply auto-pilot through my day, counting down the hours until it's time to crawl back into bed. It won't cut it. I need to grasp it. Observe it. Make it a teachable moment for my kid and even for myself. I need to LIVE the hours of my life. So even if I'm just trekking to the park or to Chuck E. (crappy) Cheese, I'm gonna' grasp it. For the sake of the friends who aren't here and wish they were - even for just one more sunset.
~In Memory of Shari~