Yesterday was my 68th birthday. It’s amazing that I have lived this long with this disability that is so devastating to my body. As I practiced my meditation yesterday morning I experienced my breath as though it was my first.
I can’t stop thinking about how precious and fragile this life is and how fortunate I am to be given this thing called life.
My daughter Debbie surprised me at dinner Monday evening. A surprise that Joan had arranged in advance. It was a wonderful evening filled with lots of laughs and love. But when she got home and called me the following day she was much more reflective: “hey dad, there’s something I wanted to say to you last night but never did…”
After several moments of silence during which I knew she was tearful, she said: “what I didn’t say this how grateful I am that you are here having a birthday.” We both cried together – tears of gratitude. And when we hung up, I told Joan how grateful I was to have conversations like that with Debbie.
Could we have done that if we didn’t live together knowing life was this fragile? Could I love Joan as deeply as I do without knowing how precious these things like love and compassion and laughter and life itself really are?
Quadriplegia carries many gifts and much adversity – just like life itself.
Please take care. Please enjoy.