This has been an interesting week of holiday parties, relationship drama and one funeral. My aunt's mom died last week at the age of 94. She lived an incredible life, a life filled with fun, family and contentment. During the service speakers mentioned how she always felt so lucky and fortunate to have such a great family. People also remember the smallest things. They remember the brief chat on a long walk. They remember the funny quirks and real messages under gentle gestures. It got me thinking about how I want to be remembered.
That same day I broke up with the current man in my life. Two days later, he's trying to get me back. It's a cat and mouse game that baffles me. He wants less pressure and I don't want to settle. He wants me but not 100%. The decision may seem obvious, but for some reason we can't let go (yet). My tears at the funeral were partly for him and hugely for the wonderful parents at my side that will inevitably need funerals someday. The thought of losing my parents is more than I can bear. It makes a silly break-up seem insignificant.
A little perspective can take us a long way. Life always finds a way to fit into place. All I can do now is live with integrity, value my loved ones and make this time count. Merry Christmas!