Life is ephemeral, so be courageous in your expression and put compassion at the helm. If you love someone, let them know. Make time for loved ones, even if it seems there is no time to squeeze in to share laughter and hugs. Overworking is not worth time lost with the ones in our hearts. Trust your intuition because it only talks when something deeply life-changing is underway. Grief taught me these lessons.
Having said that, my late brother Stephen would’ve been 45 today. He modeled creativity for me since my early childhood, so whenever I make art, his spirit lives on in each dab of ink, resonating note, or swirl of paint. I wonder how he would’ve grown, what lives he would’ve touched with his unsurpassed sweetness, and what silliness he’d evoke around him had he reached today.
Stephen passed 11 years ago this August, and I’m grateful the desolation I once felt from his absence has transformed into gratitude of his presence in my life. Happy Birthday, Brother!