Loss is part of life, one of the most difficult parts. As humans, we resist change, yet grow bored when things stay too long the same. I didn’t fully appreciate the lush green of Pennsylvania until I moved away. It was only then that I realized the green was bright and full of life, and everywhere. When I first moved to Arizona, the brown and heat seemed so clean and so lovely in a stark, simple way. I told this to a friend who’s lived here all his life, and he shrugged and said, “I don’t see it that way. I just want to get away.” Loss reminds us of what we have, strangely enough. In the days, weeks, and months after my grandfather died, I kept wishing I had called him more often. Neither of us were particularly chatty, so it probably would have puzzled him if I had called for no reason… but I still wish I had. During the brief time I worked in Hospice, I met a lot of people, and no one ever regretted the things they did so much as they regretted what they didn’t do. We all get busy with life and assume there’s going to be more time. More time to do, to love, to laugh, to cry, to see, to know. The fact is: there’s only today. So enjoy it. Wring every drop you can from it. And if tomorrow comes, do it all over again.
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” -Norman Cousins