My friend Cherie came to spend the weekend with me for a retreat, renewal, and girl time. We ate, drank lots of coffee, shared, read, walked around town, dreamed and re decorated my apartment. In the midst of our fun friend weekend, my neighbor was saying good bye to her best friend. My neighbor has terminal cancer and her best friend came from the East Coast to say goodbye. As she left to catch her plane, Cherie and I could hear her sobbing as she walked past my door. We both teared up and couldn't speak. We "shot prayers" in her direction. How can we be inside dreaming about our future while a glass pane away a final goodbye was in progress? As our fun weekend progressed, the firemen showed up next door to take my neighbor to "Comfort Care" where she will be for the rest of her life maybe a week. There are no words to describe the grief we were witnessing, right outside my window. Life is so short and we are so blessed with the gift of life. It was as though we were being reminded that dreams are to be lived and that we can never know how much time we have. When we said our temporary goodbye's to each other is was a blessing and we appreciated that we would see each other again. We nodded our knowing that life is to be lived and challenged each other to action. We are so lucky we have another chance, another day.
Laurie Ann Hardie