The Heart

I really think the most important organ in the body is the Heart.  It is what separates Humans from all Animal Kingdom.  This simple ten ounce organ is what makes us laugh, cry and everything in between...and sometimes all at the same time.  It lets us soar to new heights we only dreamed of.  It is also easily torn with only the hope of a repair.  Without our heart, we would not live.  As I approach the wonderful age of thirty-seven, I look back at what my heart has given me.  The passage of time has not weaken the rhythm it beats, only has strengthened it, only the tempo changes.   That ever-changing tempo is what keeps us alive.  
Today the tempo is a Malincònico.  Last week a good friend of mine got some very distressing news.   This now entails a fast flight back to the states sooner than was planned and there is along road ahead for her and her family.  Though I was fine this past week, after visiting her today, I realized how much my heart aches for her.  I want to return back to her house and tell her. "I'm not fine.  I'm pissed!  This should not be happening to you!"  However, I want to be strong for her as well.   It was my heart that today let me cry and made me realize how much a care for this wonderful person and I am so thankful to call my friend.  
I look back, and I realize that in only the last ten years,  I have lost many friends, and many members of my family, and I'm scared I'm about to lose another one.  Just this week, a building, to the post we will be moving to, was dedicated to friend lost last year.  This same week, I realize that I may lose another friend, all in the prime of their lives.  At the same time, my heart has never been so full as when I held each one of my babies today.     It is the heart that says, you will love and you will lose, but you will always love again. One can only pray that the wound heals sooner rather than later.  My heart tells me to be strong for my friend, then, when everything is quiet, cry until I can't cry anymore.  Now my heart needs to tell my brain how.   It's my brain that tells my heart that my pain is not even to scale as the pain her family is feeling right now.  In the end, it's the heart that will give us the courage to smile through the tears.   It's the heart that makes us live.  But for now, my day must continue and my heart must go on.  I have my little heart strings to gather up..yep and one is pouting.