Does It Get Better?

Just finished reading a book about death and dying by Nancy Cobb called, In Lieu of Flowers.
A conversation for the living.

I especially enjoyed the chapter entitled, The Saints and Poets.  Here, Cobb talks about one of her favorite authors, Annie Dillard.  In an article Dillard wrote for the New York Times Book Review, a decade ago, she says, "Write as if you were dying."  Dillard, like other writers of her ilk, are prone to telling the naked truth and give voice to their own astonishment.  It's a good way for connecting with others about the human condition. 

Cobb goes on to say, ". . .the world would be a kinder place if we could all apply Dillard's writing advice to our lives, like a poultice to a wounded spirit.  How many more times, after all, will we watch a harvest moon ease over the horizon and erupt into a full-blown gold or catch a winter sunrise as it turns a field of snow to sparkling?  Only when we name these wonders do we realize how evanescent their brightness, how finite their encores." (P. 85)

I liked that thought and read it over and over again.  Felt it worthy enough to include in my blog.  Cobb has the right idea.  Life is fleeting and should be enjoyed to the max.  No one will regret not working more hours on their deathbed but may regret not kissing or hugging loved ones or spending time with cherished pets and pals.  It's the relationships we keep and share that bring us true joy.  Whether with a human or  furry friend, it's the sharing and caring that matters.

Like my time with Suzy.  A better friend I couldn't have.  A truer pal I couldn't find.  A more devoted darling I couldn't imagine.  My heart belongs to you.  True blue.