Then something else that I never could have imagined happened. I noticed life. I mean every ounce of life. I literally came to my senses. Every sight, sound, smell, taste and touch became richer, deeper, bigger and better. It was intoxicating. It was precious. I was never more alive. I remember thinking this is what is meant by “living in the moment”. Life. To live. To be alive. I got it now. It took facing death to awaken me to life. In case you are wondering, my husband did not die from cancer. We went our separate ways. I confess that today I struggle with living in the moment. This phrase has returned to it’s conceptual home living deep within the recesses of my brain. I try. I call for it. I call on it. I practice it. It’s not the same. I will keep trying. I am grateful for those seven years of living each day as if there were no tomorrows.
- Leah Barrett