For Jean

This is a guiding light which we sorely need on this 15th of August, 2015, Independence Day of India, where the leaders and the people need to do a rethink about their democratic attitudes.

I love these lines—

“I realized that the light was me.

And you.

And us.

The difference we make.

The imprint we leave.

The caress we give.

The path we can make.

To help other people.

The light is it.

The light is within us.

It’s why we are here.

The light is love.”

Kelly Huntson


I’ve worked hard most of my life.

I’ve enjoyed many friends along the way.

I’ve laughed a lot.

I’ve learned a lot.

And I always loved to write.

I traveled to distant lands.

I fell in love.

I had children.

I felt my life was full.

And it was.

I had a friend named Jean.

Jean was 85 years old.

She was a retired nurse.

Jean loved me.

I loved her.

And Jean loved life.

She got sick one day.

Then very sick.

On one of her last days, she whispered in my ear.

She said, “Don’t waste it.”

That made me sad.

I felt a deep sense of regret.

And I woke up that day.

And wanted to change my life.

It took me years to let my light shine.

And to believe that it could.

I also realized something else.

That the light dims a bit more each…

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