Thursday, December 30, 2010
DO I MATTER?
The question is not just mine. It is a universal quest to be... to be loved, to register on life's Richter scale... to matter.
Today I celebrated a dear friend's life at her funeral along with many, many friends and family. Celebrated, indeed, for this friend mattered. I wanted to speak, not on her behalf, but for me. I wanted to be sure that every one knew that she loved me... me, do you hear, me...
That selfish urge rendered me silent... so, I could hear others speak about her and for her. My silence emptied my head and I heard stories about her. A life, like hers, can not be owned by one person.
When they spoke, their stories weren't mine but very unique, like snowflakes. They each had the same beginnings and each had similarities but every single story was different and special, built by the two who shared it.
She mattered. She really did.
Sarah, I will miss you...