Last week was another one of those “learning” weeks.
It all started on Wednesday when my BFF Carolyn posted the video for Nickleback’s song “If Today Was Your Last Day” on Facebook. I’m not a huge Nickleback fan, but I love the message of this song. My favorite line: “Against the grain should be a way of life. What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight.” After all of the discoveries from the past few weeks, you’d think I’d be used to this by now, but hearing this song stopped me in my tracks and reminded me just how fragile life is and how I shouldn’t be wasting any time doing things I don’t really care about.
Then came the hard lesson: on Friday morning, I learned that a kid I had known out in Calaveras County, and who I’d spent some time mentoring when I lived there, had died in a car accident the day before.
Holy. Shit.
He was only 20…newly married…his whole life ahead of him. And gone. Just like that. His Facebook page is still up…his friends have been leaving messages and tagging pictures. Welcome to mourning in the digital age. I keep going back and reading the new posts and thinking over and over about the delicate thread we hang on by.










