Enough
They say what's important is the quality of life, not the quantity.
I'm trying to focus on that today.
My Aunt Julie was taken from us last month at 54 years old. That doesn't seem like enough.
But it's the word "enough" that has been holding my attention. It's a strange word if you say it over and over, but it also has a strength to it.
"Joules" lived every day as if it was the best and last day of her life.
She laughed longer and harder than anyone in any room.
She listened, understood, and remembered everything about the people she spoke with.
She must have known thousands of people in her life, and all would inevitably call her a dear friend--even after one conversation.
So for you Julie, it may not have been long enough, but you definitely lived enough. And loved enough.
May we all do the same.
