Desperation, longing, rawness, anguish, incredulity... Never have I wanted for something more in my life than to have back what I had for so long without even knowing. Life's fragility hides well amidst our sense of what is mundane and ordinary. We glimpse into it and pull back, promising ourselves to hold dear what is so precious and to remember its delicacy. And then we carry on living.
We cannot live in fear or in wait of death as that is not properly living at all. But we can live with the awareness that our mundane and ordinary are so perfectly not. They are tenuous, beautiful things that in time will be the makeup of the most bittersweet memories we would do anything to reclaim.
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