Between dead week and graduation, I lost 3 people in my life, two of them family members. One was my cousin who died at the young age of 27 of a heart attack. Her weight had been a problem all her life and though she overcame her shyness to pursue an education, she ultimate was overcome with complications due to her size. I found out about her death the morning after graduation, and a week later of my mother's husband's passing. With each call, each moment, I became increasingly more aware of my own mortality and that of those around me. Even more reason to get healthy, find love, show love to those I love now, and more.
In about a month I will leave the bay area for a city and a coast I have never been to. I hear all kinds of things about New York, movies and tv shows depict it from its glitz to its over-ratedness. Another chance to embrace what I have learned in and out of the classroom and apply it to the short life I have left here before the long life I live in eternity waiting for me on the other side of the Jordan. I will also be celebrating my golden birthday next month, 26 years old on the 26th.
I have already lived so much, and I know now that there is so much more living I want to do. Last year, on my birthday, I wrote a letter to myself and this year on my birthday I will read it and write another for my 27 year old self. I will seal that letter and pray that the day I read it, I will be able to smile at my hopes and nod at my epiphanies bolstered with the blessings of the year to yet again continue writing to my future self. In a way, as I write to the woman I am going to be, I get a preview and a few requests before she is cooled from the ovens of life's trials and consumed by the passions of her heart.
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