I was jealous. I was jealous of their joy, jealous of their ignorance, jealous of their rushing. I wanted to be the one more concerned about getting to the next store rather than struggling to lock away every memory of a conceivably limited future.
But then, I realized that my family and I were the ones who truly appreciated the season and all that it meant. You see, Elena’s illness has taught us to squeeze the very last sunlight out of every day and to see our children as more than just a Christmas list.
--- excerpt from Notes Left Behind, Brooke & Keith Desserich
http://www.notesleftbehind.com/
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ReplyDeleteNikki B: That book looks inspiring and heartbreaking all in one ......