Only Love Matters . . .

I don't think anyone will forget where they were 9 years ago today. I am a NY'er and live less than an hour from the city. That morning I was laying on the couch in pain recovering from cancer surgery feeling sorry for myself when I got a call from my Dad. He told me to turn on the television. As I watched the horror unfold tears began streaming down my face. My heart instantly went out to those who lost their lives while at the same time I felt stupid for feeling such self pity. I realized in that moment how grateful I was for my own life. It was a lesson I should have learned years prior when my first husband was killed. It is something I work in within myself each day.

I remember feeling scared as we frantically waited to hear from my brother who was working in the city at the time only 40 blocks away. Then I remember the relief I felt knowing he was ok. Loved ones were all that mattered.

It is always so easy to get caught up in the small stuff. It is easy to loose our way and forget that all that matters is this moment. On days like today I am reminded of how precious life is.

My grandma always said . . . "There but for the grace of God go I . . . John Bradford". And it is so true. None of us knows how much time we have. All that we can do is live each moment to the fullest and most importantly LOVE . . .

I took this picture last year as my husband and I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. The word love spoke to me that day as I glanced across the bridge and looked at the skyline noticing what was missing. Today is a reminder for me that all that matters in this life is love . . .