My father left his body over a month ago. Such a potent time.
It is such an awakening experience to be near death.
A fierce reminder that every moment we are is an actual gift,
every breath we take is not to be taken for granted.
We are here for a blink of an eye.
What do we cherish for the brief time we are here for?
What is left once we’re gone?
All that remains is the love we share, the love we communicate, the love we are.
My father always shared his love with me and with the world.
For me, this is the gift of his legacy.
This is what I aspire to share with my children, with my family, with the circles of friends and with the world I live in.
What else is there?
May we always be present and trust beyond doubt: We are indeed made of Love.