Ralph was a wonderful and kind and generous and funny man. I admired him in so many ways, but it wasn’t until I spoke at his funeral that I ever said anything about it.
I watched my friend Gary standing in the rain, alone, above the tiny grave of his tiny son. My heart ached for him, but I didn’t know what to do or say, so I went home.
My daughter was over with her daughters and I marveled at how well she treated them and how well she coped with the constant busy busy busy of them. She was so kind and calm and composed, so grown up. I wanted to mention it but didn’t.
I wonder what those failures to act cost me, and I wonder what it cost Ralph and Gary and my daughter.
“The only time you ever have in which to learn anything or see anything or feel anything, or express any feeling or emotion, or respond to an event, or grow, or heal, is this moment, because this is the only moment any of us ever gets. You're only here now; you're only alive in this moment.” Marianne Williamson
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