September 7 is a day of celebration because it’s the day the love of my life entered this world. It’s also a day of mourning because it’s the day my mother left this world. Which, in truth, is also a point of celebration at the same time. How do you cry and laugh at the same time? I guess that’s the mystery of life.
“That night it occurred to me that I could again be ‘happy,’ that I was not defined only by loss and fear and grief, but also by love and joy and light. These are my gifts, the gifts that I have paid a price for. While I would never have chosen to pay that price, these are now the gifts I could not live without. I have no capacity for insincerity. It is a waste of time. I do what I do because I love the process. It would otherwise be a waste of time. I allow myself to be loved and to love others. That is worth my time.” (Nate Berkus)