tracking time

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,

measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In

inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you

measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of


525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure

the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or

the way that she died.

It's time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember

the love! Remember the love! Remember

the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

Today I arrived at work and was joking with an associate about our weekends when another colleague came up and told us that a good friend of ours had gone home on Friday to find that her husband had passed away at some point in the day. he was sitting peacefully on the couch when she got home from work and she just thought he was sleeping but when she walked over to him and looked at his face she knew he was gone.

It was the hardest thing to hear. My heart broke and I almost slapped the woman who told me—I just couldn't get it thru my head that she was telling me the truth. I kept thinking it was horrible wasn't true

When I say this man was this woman's everything... they fell in love in high school and had been together for 20 plus years...she would come bursting into work happy and joyful (I don't use those words lightly--she really would) and just radiate…tell stories about how wonderful and sweet he was...

it's a scary thought--the idea of losing one's soul mate. what do they do if that person is taken away? makes love a beautiful and scary thing all at once.

Love is so important. I lost a parent when I was young and so this type of thing is constantly going thru my head, "tell the ones you love that you do all the time because you never know when it could be the last time" it's just necessary. keep your life real and honest…it's so short. I know my friend will be sad for a very long time…understatement I realize…but she'll always have the memory of a great love…no regrets—just good memories. She could honestly measure her marriage years with love…in my opinion it's the only way to track time.


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