This winter, Sundays have become my cooking day. My brother and his lab-mix pooch, Buk, come for supper. I love to cook for him. He likes food and is super appreciative. Watching him eat makes me smile. That's my brother, not the dog. The dog has to wait to go home to eat. Today I made Jamie Oliver's Chili (with coffee as liquid). Yum!
It has been a month of "keeping death close". My ex father in law passed away 3 weeks ago, and my step-dad passed away 2 weeks ago. Death is a word we tend not to want to hear. It saddens us. It scares us. It's going to happen to all our loved ones. It will happen to us. Somehow though, it is death that keeps us close to life. My next breath may be my last. Why not make this breath the most precious, the most alive breath of all? And each and every breath after that. May I live life as if each breath were my last. I find this thought wonderful. May I keep death close and live.
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