I’ve Got Time

No, actually, I don’t. None of us do. When I last saw him months ago, he was energetic and animated, healthy, funny. Today he is bald, unable to walk, and diminishing from a brain tumor. We had said months ago we’d go do stuff. We didn’t.

He is still full of hope, despite the dire prognosis. So am I. Yet I believe it is part of the human condition to see tomorrow as a given when it, in fact, is not. I’m not a procrastinator (my family will tell you I’m very much the opposite) but I am guilty of filling my life with things that perhaps aren’t all that important, while the things that are - I meticulously wait to do because it needs to be the right time. And here is where they are at risk of being lost.

He’s got a stack of books he intends to read and is thankful he now has time to do so. He’s made a good dent. He is one of the best storytellers I know, taking whatever book, comic, or movie he’s seen and using his words to place the images and characters in our heads. In the time that is left, I will learn all I can from him, his magic spark that fertilizes creativity.

Love you Tim.