Since last Friday, life looks different. It’s more fragile; it’s more sacred.
Since last Friday, it’s become a gift to hold a hand.
Since last Friday, I’ve seen a person’s most valuable possessions fit inside a small, wooden box. The items inside are not of monetary value, but sentimentally, they are priceless.
Since last Friday, I witnessed a 13-year-old girl eagerly fill her grandfather’s glass to quench his parched lips so she could hear more stories, listening intently so those stories would not be lost forever.
Since last Friday, I witnessed a ten-year-old girl carry her guitar through the airport telling everyone who asked, “I’m traveling to sing for my grandpa.” And when she sang, his eyes glistened as she gave him her whole heart.
Since last Friday, I saw tears leak from a tired man’s eyes. “These are tears of joy,” he assured me. He’d just blessed me with messages I will pass on when it was time to gather and remember him.
Since last Friday, I’ve learned it’s best to fill most of our plate with love, wasting no precious space on anger, impatience, and regret. In the end, it is love that will sustain us when we lose our appetite.
Since last Friday, I’ve called my parents; I’ve thanked a dear friend; I’ve prayed on my knees; I’ve savored a donut; I’ve kissed my baby niece as many times as she’d let me; I’ve felt the pain of a tiny blister and a pain too big to explain.
Since last Friday, I haven’t been able to get warm; I’ve missed the sunshine. I hope I get to see it today.
Since last Friday, life has changed.
My family nearly made time stand still in a little blue house where loved gathered to walk a beloved man home.
Today I’m left wondering how long it will take the blisters to heal.
But I know we’ll carry each other when the pain is too much to bear,
Just as we have since life took an unexpected turn last Friday.
I won’t forget what I’ve learned since then.
Dear friends of the Hands Free Revolution, my family feels so fortunate we decided to pull the girls out of school to spend time with Scott’s father last weekend. We’d been told we had a few months with him, but we only had days. Our final weekend with Grandpa Ben was a gift. He called it that too. Avery asked Grandpa Ben, “Is there anything you want me to know about you?” GB said, “You have always been in my heart, and you always will be.” Those words are helping her now, helping us all. Yesterday my family walked through the airport, my daughter’s guitar strapped to her back once again. She is playing at her grandpa’s Celebration of Life service, and I am speaking. We are not afraid. He is with us.
In the midst of this difficult time, I had to go to Canada to do several media interviews for my new book ONLY LOVE TODAY. My heart was broken — but my husband sent me a text that said, “I know you will rock these shows and spread the message my dad wore on his wrist since his diagnosis.” My husband gave my pain a purpose. I pulled it together, and here is one of those interviews. I hope it reaches someone today. It’s never too late to stop managing life and start living a life of love.
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