Shelley’s good advice.

The universe works in funny ways and by funny I mean incredibly sad.

I got two emails this morning. The first was from a colleague bringing news that his elderly mom had died peacefully in her sleep last night after three rough weeks in the hospital. The second was from my former therapist, Shelley, saying that her 85-year-old father, who had been ill with pancreatic cancer, also passed away this weekend.

“Larry, I hope you find peace in some way,” she wrote. “My father was full of life until a month ago. Don’t waste a minute.”

Shelley always gave good advice, and I’m going to heed it by not checking my email for the rest of the day.