As children we choose our heroes with abandoned indifference. As adults some of our childhood heroes grow up with us, shaping us as we distill their lessons in grace, discipline, mindfulness, love and open quietude. Becoming different out of deference, out of respect for what we learn from others and what they teach us to learn from ourselves, is perhaps the deeper mark of character being moulded and built. I learned today I lost not only mentor but someone to whom I looked to as a father; someone who cared for me as a father should when my own could not. The loss runs deep tendrils down through the history of my life and i feel the impact as if I have swallowed a building of stone.
And in the weight comes a renewed sense of time: a sense that there is no such thing as 'having time to.." : later, tomorrow next week, next month.. it's gone with a breath. There is no time to wait in giving back, in expressing the meaning a loved one has in your life.. we only ever have moments.
Causes Renee Sigel Supports
The Grossman Burn Unit