Tag: smile

There is a continuous miracle that you might not know about and it’s you.

Hey.

I’m going to tell you something.

You’re probably not going to believe it.

Maybe not right now, but you will.

If you want to.

Take a moment.

Pause.

Do you feel that?

Just a moment longer.

Listen.

Can you hear that?

That’s your heart beating.

That’s your lungs breathing.

Do you know what that means?

It means that you’re still alive.

You.

It means that you can make it to the next moment.

It means that you still have a chance.

And don’t you know what that means?

It means you can do anything.

Little Thoughts on Paper Posts – my Mother’s Facebook.

Every night, almost invariably, my mom will leave me a note on my bathroom counter.

Little things – like thoughts, factoids, ads, that she shares with me.

She’s going to be eighty years old, and she’s becoming forgetful, but she always remembers to write me a little note, a small reminder, for me.

She keeps me updated.

It’s a such a sweet simple act – at times silly, surreal – but it always makes me smile.

Tonight, though, the realization hit me –
these little notes are my mom’s own version of Facebook.

I’m seeing it being created in real life, and in real time.

And, when she is gone, I will have this big collection of little thoughts, and I will be able to hold these paper posts in my hand, and know, that once, her hands touched them, and I will still have that physical connection to her.

Time taken, thought given, to write a note by hand, meant solely for one person.

Who does that these days?

Who still gets notes written by hand, from a loved one?

Why do I feel, somehow, that this is better?