I pause this week to remember two somber anniversaries. Twenty-five years ago today, my brother Jim passed away from complications of AIDS. And one year ago this coming Sunday, my mom died after a long fight with Alzheimer’s.
As Dave Matthews sang, “I don’t mean to dwell on this dying thing…” Really, I much prefer to focus on life rather than death. Still, the juxtaposition of these milestone anniversaries is striking. I remember both days vividly, and I guess I always will. Much better, though, to remember the time we shared in life, the many things they taught me.
So for my brother and my mother, this week I’ll be raising glasses in their memory. For the rest of us, life goes on. It may go on a strikingly different path, but it does go on.