My father was easy to love.
Sitting here thinking about him, the worst things I can think of to say about him are that he was sometimes absentminded, and that he got lost in his thoughts sometimes (you’d realize halfway through a story that he hadn’t heard a word you’d said).
To me, he was perfect. Perfectly imperfect.
I know it is easy for me to sit here and tell you to appreciate everyone you love – even the ones who are hard to love sometimes, but I am going to do it anyway.
Nothing brings into focus the unpredictability and fragility of our time with one another more than death.
(I know I’m being a bit of an Oracle of the Obvious there, but its true).
Let’s see, how can I say this?
To me, at this point in my life, it makes me feel great pain to see people who love each other construct road blocks to the giving and receiving of that love. Whether it is out of fear, anger, a lack of understanding, poor communication…
When you would give anything to have back someone you’ve lost, it becomes incredibly hard to reconcile the idea that anyone would withhold their love…
That anyone would choose to close their heart when the time to open it is not infinite.
Time is not promised.
If you love someone, say it…but don’t stop there.
Show them by opening your heart, your home.
Show them by having the hard conversations.
Show them by not being afraid of what you don’t understand.
Show them by choosing to see the best in them.
Show them by loving them even when it’s hard to do.
Show them by remembering why you began loving them in the first place.
Show them by giving them second chances, or third.
Show them by not giving up.
Show them while you can.