There is a song that goes "Life goes on, long after the thrill, of living it is gone". It's been running through my head all day today. And not just because someone I cared for deeply, would have been 64 today, had she lived to see the day. What should have been a day of rose bouquets and parties is now a day to be mourned quietly.
She may be gone from the physical world, but she will forever live on in the memories and smiles and thoughts of the people who's life she touched.
As the great poet and write H.W. Longfellow wrote
Lives of great men all remind us,
we can make our lives sublime,
and, departing, leave behind us,
footprints on the sands of time.
I believe that life is like playing a game of cards,. You cannot control the hand you are dealt, but you can certainly determine how you play the game. We blame so much on luck and happenstance, while really, most times, we are just the victim of our choices.
The hardest part of life is trying to live each day remaining true to who we are .