Click to visit the Siren Stories website and read more work by J.J. Barnes and check out her latest novels.

Click to visit the Siren Stories website and read more work by J.J. Barnes and check out her latest novels.

There are certain days that make you reevaluate what matters in life. Make you look around you and see all the beauty, find out what matters to you, and reject what doesn’t. Today was one of those days.

Today I have cried.

This morning a fellow mummy, a mummy with a daughter the same age as Miss Rose, revealed that her baby girl is poorly. Very, very poorly. She is being moved to a hospice to live out her last days in as much comfort as possible with those who love her by her side. A little girl at the very start of her life. Miss Rose is so full of life, so full of love and joy and innocence. She has no concept of the cruelty that life can offer. She is no different to this little girl, she is loved as much and lives as much.

Reading her news I cried, I held my precious baby close and wondered how any mother survives that. How do you go on living knowing that your child won’t? I held her tight and vowed to cherish her more, and to love each moment. We have to let the bad go, accept it happens and get as angry and upset as we need to, but then let it go. Make room in our hearts for all the amazing good that our babies give us every single day. Life is fleeting, sometimes incredibly so, and we need to remember that.

This afternoon was the funeral of an incredible man. A man who was kind, interesting, and with just a sprinkle of crazy. A man who loved his family, his friends, and everything life had to offer. He managed sixty years on his planet and left his stamp on every single one.

Looking around his funeral and the following wake I saw pain and sadness, but also joy. Joy at a life lived and friendships made. What that man has left behind him after being snatched too soon is a legacy of love and laughter and the reminder to never judge a book by its cover. On the outside he scared people, a wild man, but when you looked into his eyes you saw softness. Speaking to him you discovered a depth of humour and compassion, and a man who spoke to tramps and kings as equals. No judgements, give everyone a chance. Everyone has a story to tell and a reason for their behaviour. Nobody is better than anyone else and differences are to be celebrated not feared.

Words at today’s funeral have rung in my head. Do not judge the value of a song by how long it is, by how many notes it contains, judge it by the feeling it leaves you with and how beautiful it sounds.

Lives are cut short by tragedies every day. Children lose parents, parents lose children, we all lose friends and lovers. Every day brings the possibility for the pain of death and for us to be ripped from those we love most. But every day also brings the chance for happiness and celebration. Every day we can show those who matter how important they are, love to our fullest, and see the good for what it is, where it is.

Hold those who matter close. Let go of what does us wrong. Life is short. Life is so painfully short. Live it. Love it.

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Thanks as always for reading, and I’ll speak to you soon I hope!



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