It’s been almost 10 years since we were all in a room together. It doesn’t matter. The years melt away and it’s just like it was. I flash back to memories of three little girls selling eggs on the street corner, riding horses up old dirt roads, and growing up together on our familiies’ rural little farms.
Now here the three of us are again. This time, gathered around a hospital room, seated beside Taylor’s bed — which brings me back to other, rawer memories of IVs and latex gloves, bottles of pills and of the sickness that stole my dad.
Taylor is powerful and extraordinary, and she has that sparkle in her eyes that makes me hopeful that this too shall pass — but I am careful to also acknowledge the message within the mess. The message being that life is precious and life is fleeting.
My sweet friend is a compelling reminder to laugh and hug and connect NOW. Don’t wait for another reminder; call your mom, your sister, your grandpa, your best friend. Tell them you love them, are thinking of them. Make plans and keep them. Make connections and nurture them. Connection is the foundation of life.
If you were waiting for a sign…here it is.
Go on, love each other.