We had the most wonderful time with the visitors. Oh how I miss those halcyon days of sunshine, wine and good times. The only bit I didn’t like was how fast the time flew by. It is true what they say, time flies by when you’re having fun. If I could have made time stand still, I would have. But I couldn’t. Now the visitors are home and our home is empty.
Heather and I have many things in common, the weirdest of which is that we’ve both had Cancer twice. I know, it’s strange but true. Heather had the misfortune to get breast Cancer first in her right breast, and when she triumphed over that adversity, she promptly got it in her left. It was totally unrelated and super unlucky. She is a breast cancer battler, a breast cancer survivor and is the picture of health and happiness.
We have some stories between us, I can tell you. If either of us ever get enough time, we’ve made a pact to get together and write a book about it. Maybe I’ll follow in my uncle’s footsteps!
The visitors’ voyage was especially poignant as the trip had been a gift from Mo.
Mo was Heather’s friend and colleague and the person who inspired me to blog. Tragically, she lost her battle with lung cancer in October 2011. Mo loved to travel and had done her fair share of globetrotting. She and Heather really wanted to go to Cuba, but Mo just ran out of time. Mo knew all the places on Heather’s travel bucket list and was well aware that Australia was right up there at the top. So although Mo couldn’t make it to Cuba, she knew Heather could go all the way (to Australia) and left Heather and Richard a parting gift to ensure that this voyage should come to pass.
We raised a glass to Mo. I hope the visitors holidayed her proud. Although the girls never made it to Cuba, we did send Heather around the corner to the Cuban Bar for brekkie which kind of counts.
I dropped by Mo’s blog after the guys had gone. There’s no access to the archives. Just this.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident.
It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
Powerful words from a powerful woman. Thank you, Mo. This one’s for you…