I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how fragile life is. It’s something we don’t often think about, because if we lived every moment as if we might die any minute, it would probably make us crazy. We have to think there is a future to stay sane.
Yesterday I attended a memorial service for a friend. Maybe “friend” is too presumptuous a word. “Acquaintance” might be more accurate. I only met her a few times. But she was a friend of a friend, and the few times I met her, I really liked her. I liked her the instant I met her. She was just really likable. I hoped we would get to know each other better.
She was full of life. Happy. A truly bodacious babe.
She was shot to death while she was sitting in her car outside her workplace.
I try to make sense out of it, and I can’t. A woman she had known for years came up to her and just shot her, several times.
I just can’t fathom why. How could anyone not like her?
The only thing I can take away from this is the resolution to really live my life. I can’t keep thinking I’ll do certain things some day. I need to live my life the way I want to live it. I need to make my life mine.
I need to take every step I can to steer my life in the right direction.
And when I meet someone I’d like to know better, I need to do more than just hope that will happen.