“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” — Paul McCartney
Yesterday, I logged onto Facebook to find a reminder of how short life can be. Someone I’d worked with back when I was doing the Ren Faire here in Southern California passed away, and the news was beginning to make the rounds. I hadn’t seen him for a number of years — I’m out of touch with many of the folk I knew then — but the news brought memories rolling back. Gerald Zepeda was a lovely man, a tremendous comedian who always had a passion about what he did. He worked the streets interacting with customers, and always encouraged other fair participants to do the same. I was fortunate enough to work with him on a number of gigs and they were among some of my favorite bits. And even if we had slipped away from one another, my husband and I counted him as a friend.
Our time on this earth is limited, and it is up to us to do the most with the time we’ve been given. There are times when the world seems cold and cruel — far too often of late — and the only thing that warms it are those who inspire us and bring us joy. Hold those close to you and let them warm you, just as you warm them in return. Go out and live life. Be excellent to one another. Live.
Tell your story. No matter how far behind you may be, getting those words out, even if you only write them for yourself, is part of the love you make in your life. If doing it gives you joy, then you will give joy to others. We’re heading into the home stretch, so we’re not down and out yet.
And when you have a chance, raise a glass to those who have gone before. When we remember and recount the memories, they live again in our hearts and minds, even if only for a moment.