I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to write this post today. I’ve written and trashed it twice already, each time wondering if it’s insensitive to wax lyrical about my really good week, all the while knowing that someone I know is in pain.
This morning I found out that a friend I once worked with, partied with, lived with, has cancer, which has spread despite some pretty aggressive treatment. She’s in her early-thirties, with a promising career and a smart, smart mind. I am devastated and angry for her, and heartbroken for her husband and her two young children. It’s unfair and horrendous and all kinds of awful that I just can’t put into words.
It has, however, reminded me of the fragility of life. Of the need to be in each moment, to be present with our families and friends, to stop, take a breath and actually see the world around us. To cherish the small things that make each day better than the last, to see the positive in every situation. To live, so these memories and moments give us strength when we need it most.
This week has been good. We’ve spent time with friends, visiting new homes, chatting, laughing, playing. I’ve watched a new little friendship grow, bonding over bananas by the beach, while an old friendship has continued to strengthen in the way that only a thirty-year relationship can.
I’ve watched herbs begin to sprout from seeds planted eagerly by two novice gardeners with little knowledge but a lot of enthusiasm, and witnessed the subtle change of tomatoes from dusky green to burnt orange to russet red.
We’ve been to a birthday party, spent a fair portion of every day outside, and relished in the news of a new baby a-brewin’. I’ve enjoyed a quiet afternoon with a sleeping baby, while my parents took a happy little boy to the beach to build sand castles and jump in the waves. We’ve barbecued and been barefoot; I’ve dusted (it took me three days. Before you begin to imagine that we live in a mansion, let me stop you. Our house isn’t that big…I simply hate dusting), and sorted baby clothes and washed everything imaginable to make good use of the hot hot days. I took the boys to watch their daddy play cricket, and surprised myself by actually enjoying it.
It has been a good week. It has been a good week.
Linking up with lovely Meghan