Ah yes, a sweet life… well lived. What more can one ask for? I am just beginning to realize the meaning of “done too soon”. I am just now catching a clue… and there is still so much more to do.
All baby steps… one step at a time. I am so grateful for the friends and family that have been by my side as I walk this life; allowing me to lean on them all at some point when I thought I didn’t have the strength to stand tall… to walk my own step. They allow me to lean—and we walk together.
I am grateful for the poignant moments; touching heart and soul. Smiles within that glow throughout. I think that my grandmother shall be leaving soon. Her’s is a life well lived. A sweet life… filled with home-baked cookies and other fine treats. Warm hugs and loving eyes that glowed with holiday festivities; gathering friends and family together in one great big embrace. No matter the path and choice one made, one is always at home in my grandmother’s presence.
I think of my grandpa who left long ago. His sister, my grandmother’s best friend, who left right before thanksgiving last year… my own father… fathers of friends…
A life well lived. A sweet life. I’m just getting started. Finally, after almost fifty years… I might actually be making some effort to live a sweet life. A life well lived.
And for that—I am grateful.
Good night moon.
Good night friends & family.
Good night grandma.