I should be telling you about my latest project to get you excited about it as I am.
I should be spending time with my characters, making sure that they are not naughty.
I should be doing a lot of things that make me more productive.
Today I did none of those things. I got up at my usual time, got dressed in drab clothing fit for the somber event that was hastily scheduled for today, and headed downtown to mourn in public.
The weather participated in the event, making sure that everyone was wet and cold.
A few weeks ago, one of my friends was going to be in town and suggested we get together for lunch. That is an easy decision to make as this person was a beacon of light on a cloudy day like today. Our schedules did not match up this time…
You notice I said ‘was.’
A few days ago, I got word he died of a heart attack.
I write about heart issues, but I don’t write about physical heart issues. I write of love and torment but not about clogged arteries, high blood pressure, and of course, high cholesterol.
Not many would read a novel about such things, but, a love lost would garner your attention.
Today, friends of mine who loyally read these blogs, I have something for you to do. Actually, I have a few things I would like you to consider.
Firstly, if not for you than for your family and friends, make sure your health is in check. Many don’t take that stuff seriously, and they should.
Next, make sure that your loved ones do the same thing.
Finally, don’t put off calling on your friends, family, and so on, as you never know when the bell will toll.
We all contribute to that butterfly effect. What you do in Mumbai or San Francisco will have an impact on others in distant places. This very blog is read in countries and areas I have never been but would love to go, just to meet those of you who spend your time reading it.
I read many of your blogs. While we may never meet in person, I feel like I know many of you. Some of you have such a beautiful soul. You honor me by spending time on my site.
Today I said goodbye to a good friend, the likes of which I will never see again. I have many friends, each of them, like yourselves, is different. You are each unique and bring to the table a sense of wonderment, joy and your personality that I love to experience. When I write these posts, I love to see who liked it, who commented, and read about what is going on in your lives.
This fellow was like that. He had a servant’s heart, and was a model for many; that light has faded away. There are no do-overs when you don’t take the time today to go have that lunch or dinner or just talk on the phone. When the Bell tolls, you waited too long.
I was speaking with a young man who waited too long to tell this lady how he felt about her. She stopped waiting, and someone else found her.
That sounds like the stuff of Hallmark or Harlequin, but…You can and should think outside the box.
We, as people, are still about ownership. We marry because we want to own that person. It is archaic and backward thinking.
Plug for Saga of the Starduster.
We don’t have to own anyone to enjoy them. Firstly, there is no ownership of anyone. Yes, you can exchange vows and rings but in the end, if you abuse one another those nuptials will vaporize like Jelly beans in a room full of two-year-olds.
There are many ways to enjoy someone without carnal expressions being part of the mix. That friend I lost today was married, had children, and I cherished the time we spent together.
Many of you who write from your heart, much like this blog, are sharing an intimate part of yourselves with many. Carl Sagan said if you want to know someone, read what they wrote.
In my novels, the characters are me. That is so true and so telling. We share our most intimate thoughts and feelings as I am today.
You do that as well, and I applaud you.
Make time for each other, and take care of yourself. There is only one you and even if you feel totally bereft of love, whatever your circumstances, I do offer love on this blog.
When I sign ‘much love,’ it is from the heart.
Take care of yourself. Much love -TW