Antony's Wake

I'm leaving in a few minutes for Antony's wake. I still need to change, but I keep putting it off. I've been working on a longer post, talking about coping with pain and nightmares and loss. Not done yet. But let me say this:

Antony loved life. He was vividly alive when he was here. So was Diane, whose death six years ago today still aches in me. They both had enthusiasm. They appreciated so much.

Live. Live well, live hard, live consciously. The next breath you draw may be your last. Does that sound morbid? It isn't. When you really know that, you'll be astonished at how beautiful the colors of life are. How much joy you can get from small things. Every beautiful tree ro rock, every song, every touch, every story — it all glows.