I saw the Foo Fighters for the first time at the end of February.
I'd always been told it was a phenomenal show but never had the opportunity to experience them live. The show was better than I could have imagined and I left the show with a deep connection to their music and to them as people. I looked forward to when I might see them next.
Then I found out only five days ago that Taylor Hawkins, Dave Grohl's best friend and drummer for the Foo Fighters, was dead.
I just saw that John Stamos tweeted a picture of Taylor Hawkins last text to him, it read: "Ya We've yet to fully have a hang -Got a put that s--t together before we die."
Whatever your version of that text is...and to whoever you might have sent or plan to send such a text to, now is the time.
In Meditations, Marcus Aurelius writes:
Suppose that a god announced that you were going to die tomorrow "or the day after." Unless you were a complete coward you wouldn't kick up a fuss about which day it was — what difference could it make? Now recognize that the difference between years from now and tomorrow is just as small.
We have now. We may not have tomorrow.