"Time truly is a gift. When I have cried from a place I didn’t know existed, I cry for myself. The possibility of me missing my family and friends. The possibility of missing future experiences that will never occur. Then I cry for the simple things I love…the sound of the ocean, taste of ice cream, the way warm sun feels on my skin, how I can’t ever go to sleep till my feet touch Marks… or most of all, the sound of my children laughing or telling me they love me. I never once have cried thinking that I would miss a thing or possession. Not once. Yet so much of our time is spent planning, thinking about, and acquiring things. My sorrow is rooted in missing experiences un-had, moments un-lived, and the love lost from the enriching people that make my life so beautiful. That’s what I’m heartbroken over…and in that is also where my hope resides."
~ Michelle Antaya Grinsel ~ In loving memory
I also found this clip from a documentary of her journey. Such important messages in her words.
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