Friday, August 7, 2009

what love is.


I often think about the people I love and why I love them and how I love them even when they do things that make me angry and how they make my life better by being just who they are. I think about it often and I try to tell these people as often as I can that I love them, that I appreciate them, that my life is better because of them. But sometimes they don't hear, they can't hear-sometimes they are too involved in their own personal trauma, or they've never known how to accept love, or sometimes they lose who they are in old age or disease or just the quickness of life. And sometimes I forget to tell people how much I love them for those same reasons. I saw this online journal today and it made me laugh, cry, and appreciate my life, my family, and brought chills to my spine as this courageous man tells his own beautiful and honest story of loving his father. I am humbled by this story and I promise to hug my Grandma and everyone else I love just a little tighter when I see them. Happy reading. Phillip Toledano

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