My dad has Stage IV melanoma. If there were such thing as Stage V, or perhaps even VI, he’d be that instead. And short of some unforeseen miracle, my dad will die within the next few months. In the wise words of my father, “cancer sucks.” But this weekend, we rejoice. This weekend we are together. This weekend all are alive and well. This weekend we pick apples, we watch movies, we go out to dinner, we tease, we laugh, we talk, we live, and we love. This weekend is a gift, and I am so very grateful for this weekend.
I’m not sure who came up with this somewhat cheesy, somewhat trite saying: Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present. But this weekend, I like it.