we don’t know

I can’t stop thinking about how the poor people in the Surfside building were at least probably asleep when its walls shook them down further into their dreams. And this morning, while literally completing work to send to this dear person, I got a call that a colleague of mine passed away, and I didn’t even know they were sick. So now I really can’t stop thinking about how tomorrow is a gift, and should never be treated like it’s already Yours. We truly don’t know when this life will end, so drink your wine, hug your baby, kiss your partner, hug your baby again, maybe drink more wine, and then maybe keep hugging that baby and if the baby and the partner want air, or if either ask, could we maybe do this tomorrow? Just tell them no. It’s never tomorrow. It’s always today. And so, No.

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