As I hold the fragile, weak hand of my Mother in her hospital bed, and kiss her barely present cheek, I do not weep. My heart sings for the joy of life.

Last night, I came across the words of Seido Ray Ronci below, that sum it up, and feel blessed to know why I am here.

I am here for no reason at all. But simply to live.

I am life.

Live, my friend, for you are life.

Another Reason to Live.
To hold the hand, to kiss the forehead,
to wipe the face, to clean the soiled
sheets of the dying.
— Seido Ray Ronci, Zen teacher & poet