… spending the first part of your birthday filling out paperwork related to dispersal of your Mom’s IRA account rather than reading a birthday card from her.
But I’d rather not dwell on that. For obvious reasons. Don’t want to start crying in the middle of the office.
Instead, allow me to use this moment from the unfortunate fellowship as an encouragement. An exhortation, if you will.
Never allow a moment, an opportunity to demonstrate love for those you love to pass by without seizing it, working it to the full. Not out of morbid desperation, thinking and seeing nothing but gloom over the eventual departure. Instead, do so because it is the right thing to do. At all times. For all people.
Don’t allow the seeds of remorse to take root. Choke them before they sprout; deny them even the least little light. By planting the fruitful seed of love.
Leave no regrets, no would have / could have / should have.
No regrets.
Only love, as you taste the magic and loss.
Only love.
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