I enjoyed a beautiful drive this week. I had the road mostly to myself, except the election candidates who emerged from the bushes here and there, individually or in threes. The hazy sun gave that beautiful, drawing-like look to the fields and castle ruins, my favorite Lyric FM played Claude Debussy, and I had everything planned for the day, and even for the day ahead.
When I was getting ready for my appointment, I got a voice mail from a stranger. She informed me that a friend of mine had a stroke.
I inherited this friendship after my dear friend Ruby passed away from cancer. We exchanged text messages, and sometimes met for a meal. I visited them as often as I could, which wasn’t too often. Them, that is Bob and Trevor.
Trevor loves photography, and some of his images are simply amazing. He and his father used to travel a lot. Those days are gone.
I have been thinking of life lately, and it is not as if I didn’t already know it before, but I was hit with that thought again – life is too short.
What is the key to life?
Be curious like a child
Don’t be afraid to be alone
Don’t miss the beauty in every single moment.
The pink morning light did last just a few moments. A daredevil friend and I went to this photo shoot just before the storm hit the coast. Something to remember. Something to be happy about, even though life is so short it is frightening.
PS I wrote about Bob in this blog two years ago. Please, send him healing thoughts. Trevor needs him.
Have a wonderful Sunday!