“When she shall die,
Take her and cut her out in little stars,
And she will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I got the news about an old friend today. A long ago and once upon a time sort of girl – someone I had known before and had not spoken to for years. We shared incredible memories of a youthful time and mellowed in a comfort that went unspoken. The battle lost was one to a cancer that was too great for her strong, athletic, lean and determined body to overcome. My memory of her is that of a warrior – gentle and true – kind and personable – funny to the very center of all she was. A love of mine in a time long since past – secret – persuasive – gentle and unforgettable. I cannot imagine her unable to beat the unbeatable odds – unable to run a thousand miles – unable to chase me into a place of innocent laughter and passionate reason. I can’t imagine this world without her in it.
The time we have to share – to talk – to love – to walk this earth and truly enjoy the moments we are given is never promised. With each breath we take we choose to be kind or cruel, understanding or unforgiving, amazing or inconsequential. We decide what to say, how to say it, what to believe and how to convey it. We are given but one chance at this life my friends and through our actions our legacy is written. We must make the promise to ourselves to do this well. To have no need for a rewind button or do over switch. To wake with a grin of possibility each morning and live our days in all certainty without regret.
I am so grateful for her memory. Indebted to the wisdom that kept us close and allowed us to be good to each other through life and all its incremental changes that somehow took us from one another all those years ago. She is mine to keep in that safe and untouchable corner of my incredibly fortunate heart – reminding me day after day after day to live – just live. Live well. Appreciate. Honor. Smile. Laugh. Love. Give. Be compassionate and forever kind. Burn no bridges – for all our bridges crossed may someday lead us home again – and in the end – home is where a life well lived will lead.
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About K. Guzman
Kathy grew up all over the US - lots of east coast time. She is a surfer girl with an unabridged curiosity. A woman whose mid life awakening continues to bring her to the place she was meant to be. Her degree in Journalism/Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida is being yanked from the archives and put to good use. Her two kids are grown and rock stars in this wild world – her Harley is ready for some serious summer miles – and her heart remains open to life, women and the possibilities each day brings.