It was a gloomy morning, which matched my gloomy mood. Today we were saying goodbye to yet another friend. Yet again I would see a dear friend taking her first steps down the slippery slope of widowhood. I’m five years in at this point, and I now know just how long this process is, this adjusting to life on your own. At first I found myself astounded that a week had passed, then two weeks, and then a month. Time, it seemed was relentless. Impossible as it seemed the days kept passing, and it all became a blur. Something I recently heard on TV struck me, it made me look online for a quote so I could repeat it correctly.
Time is free, but it’s priceless.
You can’t own it, but you can use it.
You can spend it, but you can’t keep it.
Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.
by Harvey MacKay
A silly poem from a friend warmed my heart and brightened this gloomy day for me. I hope everyone takes time to let the people they care about know that they are loved. Don’t waste your time, it’s precious…