Rare Angels

Every time someone beautiful and kind is taken from us, I always wonder, why them? Why take the ones who could have lived so much longer and taught us enough to create a quantum leap in the art of loving?

And so goes Natasha Richardson, from a freak skiing accident anyone could have had. I’m indulging in a bit of survivor’s guilt, having walked away from a number of Herminator - type falls without a helmet since 1963.

So really, why her? I can’t stop thinking about how much pain her family is going through today. That numb, void feeling… the maneuvering to put one step in front of the other to get through the day... my heart and prayers go out to them.

Then I thought, Natasha, in her transference of consciousness, might be chuckling softly at our condition. For she’s one of those rare angels who walk the earth for a short time, reminding us to embrace and appreciate each moment for what it is, and use every circumstance as an opportunity to express love.