today a friend posted that her grandmother - her inspiration, the woman that made her who she is today - has three months to live...
today my neighbors at the corner met me on a walk and I noticed she was expecting (a boy), she said she is six months...
in three months my friend will grieve
in three months my friend will rejoice
I can remember the beginning of my life, brief glimpses of early childhood. I am old enough to have held the hands of dying relatives, to see myself in them, brief glimpses of my own mortality.
Perhaps I'll live as long as I already have so far, but it is more likely that it won't be quite that long.
My life is often joyful, and I try to bring joy to others (perhaps even you). In case I've overlooked thanking you for the joy you've brought to my life (however small it may have been) let me say, thank you now. Eventually, (in a long time) like my friend I won't have a chance to say that.
PS (I'm a fan of the parenthetical)