Precious Life
Yesterday, March 11th. It was the birthday of two beautiful women who I had the privilege to have as my friends. Both were born the same day in 1966. Yesterday marked 60 years to the day. One celebrated it with family and friends. In the other case, family and friends remembered her. Just a few days before her birthday, March 7th, marked 13 years of her passing. This morning my mind was thinking about the fact that she would have turned 60 yesterday. We both grew up as friends since the age when we were not even potty trained. There was never jealousy or competition between the two of us. Just pure love. Life wasn’t equitable for us. I got to see my kids take on wings and soar before my eyes. She couldn’t. I saw an opportunity to express myself through my work and writing after the kids flew out of the nest. She never got such a chance. I asked myself a question today? What was the use of the extra time that I got when compared to hers? Not the use of that time for my...