Happy New Day

I was just sitting here thinking about how many people have wished me a happy new year. The truth is, my brother, Bill, and I didn’t really do anything special for the day. Honestly, I’m not even sure we wished each other a happy new year. I guess I get why he’s not looking forward to 2021. Barring a full on miracle (something that’s been sparse in our lives) I will inevitably die at some point during this year. Knowing and dreading the fact that that day is coming, he’s not predisposed to wanting to celebrate. 


My reasons for not really acknowledging and celebrating the coming year are a little different than his. I’ve reached a point where I’m acknowledging and celebrating every single new day I wake up. For me, there is nothing special about one day over another. Unfortunately, especially with the increase in seizures recently, I can feel myself slipping. My time here in this beautiful world is getting shorter. So is yours, but most people don’t like acknowledging that. I’m doing the best I can to hang on, to out-stubborn the cancer that’s trying to end me. Every single day I can accomplish that is a bonus. I’ve stressed this so often, but it bears repeating: live for now, this one gorgeous and unique moment in time. Be grateful for and celebrate each of those moments, because they are what make up a life. I wish you a Happy New Day each and every day, my friends.

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