“Donuts and the Donut holes.
Picnics and Ants.
Peanut butter and jelly.
. . .They just go together . . .”
These are the first few lines of “John’s Last Letter,” Gary Burke’s eulogy for his best friend John’s funeral. I just received this email from Gary (or G.B. as I’ve always known him). This letter was written 20 years ago. And his friend John was my dad. . .
When I say the beautiful words “I am alive,” I can’t help but smile. Being alive is such a gift. Taking a breath. And another. And another. Today and everyday, I am grateful to be alive. . . I went through a number of years where I was extremely lost. And life didn’t feel happy or honestly, even worth it. . . I wanted to just *poof* disappear. . . it feels like it was a different life. . .