I keep meeting all of these amazing people near the end of their lives…
Maybe it’s that the joy they bring was truly only intended to be short lived? Or maybe that I was only intended to receive the tidbit of their grace that I was given?
So far, all of them have left resonance in this world through published books. Maybe it’s more motivation that I should find myself writing books and working on publishing things more meaningful.
To be a great writer means to pour your heart and soul onto the page… and to have the courage to do that is often the bravest thing to endure. Much like when doing the right thing often feels like the hardest thing there is to do, despite the fact that the end reward is always a relief. Perhaps more because of this struggle that it takes to get to this point is it that the ending is such a satisfaction. But there have been times when the end result is no more of a heartbreak than the introduction. Those occasions are ones that have worn me down over the years. To see the bad win over the good. Leaving the victims without salvation. Wondering if the scars will ever really heal.
Regardless, I’m not sure how many more kindred spirits I would care to lose so closely together in time. As they leave this place for a new adventure, we’re left behind remembering the sweetness now made deeply bitter from their passing, knowing that their life contributions will be well remembered, but their continued wisdom will no longer surpass what has already been shared.
I could not be more grateful for what I found; who came to greet me in life; and how they have redirected me towards my motivations, purpose, and spirit. Too much turmoil has torn down this life. To know that these people roamed this Earth reminding me that what I once lived by is still burning brightly in others gives me hope and strength to keep fighting to get my life back.
For these beautiful souls, and all others. Thank you for being who you are and leaving us all so loved!