The survivor.

I try to be self-centered. To a degree. By telling myself what I have. And focusing on that. Rather than on what I don’t have. I have life, for instance. And consciousness. And that’s wonderful. A blessing. I know a fella. He recently lost his wife. To breast cancer. At a relatively young age. In her 40s. He doesn’t have her any more. Physically. In the flesh.  And he’ll grieve. For a while. And I’m suggesting that the way to get over the grief, is to focus on her spirit. He still has that.  And he has fond memories. And life. So much to savor. I’d rather be alive. Than dead. The survivor. With the ability to get on with life.  To be in love with the life force. –Jim Broede