Time

Both of my sisters have made me cry again today.

I read my younger sister's blog about her pain and my youngest sister's response to her. They both spoke to my heart.

I believe that in the past, hitting middle age was considered to be a bad thing. I have now hit that wonderful mile marker and so have they. I don't believe that it is a bad thing at all. We have all begun to not be afraid of our feelings anymore. That has to be a good thing.

T talked about "stuffing" her feelings. We have done that for years. We are finally beginning to "unstuff" them and discuss them openly. It is a hard, but absolutely necessary for our mental health. K's comment to her was so touching and so honest. She talked about "fighting for life." We actually are and it has taken us this long to be able to fight for ourselves.

Many things are responsible for this change in us. Reaching middle age is one of them. It has taken time to be able to figure what we feel and why. It has taken time for us to get over being told to just suck it up and go on. It has taken time for us to be able to accept that we are loved and deserve that love. It has taken time to know that we actually love each other. Time has finally been our friend.

This reminds me of the song, "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce. He talks about if he could save time in a bottle and what he would do with it. I think that we should not try to save time, but learn how to savor every moment that we have with the ones that we love and before time passes us by, make sure that they know that we do love them.