Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.
Death is a challenge.
It tells us not to waste time . . . Perhaps the fact of life most conducive to living fully as a person is an honest awareness and acceptance of death. When we can embrace death as simply another aspect of the life cycle, we will give appreciation and value to each life encounter knowing that it will never occur again. Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us. Any action that inhibits is not love.