My daughter will not read my blog. Not yet. Very young and wise, she tells me that because we are here for but the briefest sojourn, her plan is to save my random musings. When I am gone, she will open the jar. Her beautiful strategy to counter the missing of people likely to go before her, reminds me of the frail yet fervent 83-year old Maurice Sendak‘s final interview. Illustrated in this animated film by Christoph Niemann, is the purest expression of mortality I have ever heard, Sendak’s impassioned entreaty:
Live your life, live your life, live your life.