A Chicago theatre friend of mine's lovely wife died this past weekend. She was involved in a freak accident on a bike in a fast-moving storm. It was sudden, devastating and unfathomable. I didn't know her well, only having met her once or twice, but her death has hit me hard nonetheless. I am thinking of her and her mourning husband Joe frequently, haunted by this seemingly senseless loss. I follow his comments on facebook, as well as the hundreds of kind friends who post and comment beautiful words on his wall and their own.
What a tragedy.
After some reflection, there is no better lesson for me in this than what improv teaches us: LIVE EVERY MOMENT, because you never know when you won't have another moment to live. Literally.
So friends and followers: try your best to live this moment fully, try staying present to what and who are around you, try being always grateful and in Joe's own words..."love hard, people, love hard".
What a tragedy.
After some reflection, there is no better lesson for me in this than what improv teaches us: LIVE EVERY MOMENT, because you never know when you won't have another moment to live. Literally.
So friends and followers: try your best to live this moment fully, try staying present to what and who are around you, try being always grateful and in Joe's own words..."love hard, people, love hard".
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