Notice. Enough.

Ephemera

Notice

A notice two days ago that a friend had just died. A need on my part to work her memory and her passing into whatever word presents itself to me. Remembering how she radiated energy into a whole room full of people, a smile that was impossible not to notice. Notice how things can go wrong, and go wrong fast. Notice how much time I have not got left either — I could have another fifty years and it’s still not enough. Notice bits and pieces of the time as it flashes by and try to will it more important and I don’t think I can and I wonder if it will ever be enough.

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2 Comments

  1. sometimes death can be the most rude awakening to “noticing” things. Prayers and thoughts for you and everyone saddened by the passing of your friend.

  2. My deepest sympathies at the loss of your friend. It is wonderful that you are honoring your friend in this way. I noticed…

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