Like how I wrote this post exactly a year ago, on the tenth anniversary of 9/11.
How shamefully easy for people like me to forget.
And then I think about all those people who died. And their families, their friends, their lovers who are still alive, who will never have the chance to say what they have wanted to say face-to-face every day since—I love you. You are a gift. They don’t forget.
I don’t want to forget their sorrow, to give up because of sorrow, because of them. I mean that.
Here is a quick and beautiful essay by Brian Doyle on leaping, on faith and love. Above all, love.