One day we’ll all die. When is of less concern. Not soon, hopefully. Or maybe it’s sooner, unfortunately. Either way, one day, we’ll all die. I want to die a happy person: having loved, lived, read, laughed, and shared the laughter. And since when we’ll die is inconsequential, or at least we cannot control it, we’ll live today. And laugh at our problems as well as our children and those of our friends. It must be hard enough for them to have such parents.
We won’t fight over politics, religion, race or any other perceived difference that might kill our joy to celebrate each other. Instead, we’ll love each other, learn from each other and agree to disagree when need be.
Let us live.