I am a man, learning how to walk again. I lost my son Hazen, my only child, to cancer seven months ago. He was all of five-years old.
From despair, let there be joy. Somehow, someway. Even if going through the motions is the start of something, at least it’s a start. It’s the motion that’s vital…gotta keep moving and I didn’t utter a step for seven months. It’s a matter of will. You must want to get better to get better. I want to get better and I am willing myself to do so. As it happens, my spirit seeps back in little by little. My son Hazen’s light fills some of the porous dark. He had the most amazing smile. Mine’s not bad either. To be able to express myself in this blog lets me smile again, first on the inside, and just now on the outside.
In the end, it is the desire to express my profound feelings for the joy of life and living. It may be going through the motions at the beginning, but one day when I’m not looking, my life will seep back in.
For the rest of you, I say, “Squeeze every ounce of life out of each day.”
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Murray Burns, "A Thousand Clowns": “If things aren't funny then they're exactly what they are; and then they're like a long dental appointment.”
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