This was one of my son, Charles’, last tweets.
I’ve thought about it a lot over the last few years since his death by suicide. I sit with it sometimes and let it marinate. Charles was never too busy for his family and friends. We were always a top priority. That’s just who he was and what I loved most about him.
He didn’t understand that not everyone else was like this.
For the last year, I’ve seen humans get busier and busier to the point that no one was paying attention to one another, only on their own goals. Trying to get together with friends was like trying to book a meeting with a movie star.
I thought we couldn’t keep going at the pace we were going. I wondered what kind of event would cause us to pause and knew something was coming but didn’t know what.
I get vague premonitions and they nag at me but never did I think it would be a virus that would shut us down worldwide.
On your last day, you don’t think about what checklists you completed. You think of the people who are in your life–the people who defined it.
For those things that really matter, no one’s too busy.