How many of us go through our days, hustling from one errand to the next, or one job duty to the next, then come home, eat dinner, watch some TV and head to bed?
How often do we stop and make the time for family? Or friends? Or for charities that need volunteers to help out? Or even to show extra affection to our pets?
In our fast paced world, it is all too easy to go through the motions, without really living in the moment. And all too often, those lost moments add up and overwhelm us, with the passing of a dear friend - someone we cared about and cherished, and yet, perhaps, didn't make enough time for in our busy day to day lives.
This happened to me this weekend, as a very close and dear friend, someone only in their early fifties, passed away in their sleep. Your first gut reaction is that it isn't true, it can't be true. They were young, they were doing well, they were so happy the last time you had talked with them.
Then the guilt sets in, for not having stopped by to say hi in the past few days, or written an e-mail to just "touch base."
And finally, the regret at what will never happen again - your friend playing his music by a campfire, singing songs and expounding on the mysteries of the Universe.
My dear friend, Blane Bourgeois, passed into the Summerlands this weekend, taking with him his amazing intellect, his true gift for music and songwriting, and his ability to grow any living plant under the sun.
He was a truly talented individual, someone more than willing to share his knowledge of plants and heirloom seeds, to make music with anyone who had an instrument, and to debate the science of quantum mechanics with anyone who was interested.
We shared a birthday, which to me was amazing - that two people who had been born in other states and moved to a small Ozarks town, could have been born on the same day, and gone on to become close friends.
We worked together, side by side, on projects at our land, and had many late night movie nights watching bad B-movies and horror films and listening to some wonderful music he would play on his guitar, and his sitar, and so many other of his menagerie of musical instruments.
Even though I know he is now at peace, and in a better place, I still greatly miss my friend, and hope that, wherever he is, he still knows how much those he left behind loved him, and cherished his friendship. God speed, my friend. And thank you for reminding me to take time for those I care about.