For a few years, I felt like I was going to funeral after funeral. It was one devastating loss after another. My great-grandma, great-uncle, and grandpa left us within months of each other. They were old. I know. I should have expected it and accept the fact that they lived a “full life.” There was some solace and comfort in knowing that they were old when they passed.
But then, death inched closer. My aunt, in her early 50s passed after a year long battle with cancer. On my husband’s side, he unexpectedly and suddenly lost his younger cousin, Vincent. Then, within the same month as Vincent, I lost one too. My younger cousin –who was barely a quarter away from college graduation– was hit by a drunk driver, flew out of the car, and crash landed on the opposite side of the freeway. It was the only family death that was covered by the news. With these two losses, we were now going to funerals that were filled with more young souls than old ones.
These tragic events have cemented something we always knew but never acted upon. We value time. Time with our family. Time with our friends. Even time for just us. How were we going to gain more time?
When our parents get older, we want more time to hang out with them. We want to be there if they need us to help them with any tasks that may be too difficult in the future. With our close friends moving out of state and even out of the country, we wanted time to visit them and actually have in-person conversations instead of just virtual ones.
That’s why we decided on F.I.R.E. We want time and we are thrilled that you are taking your time to follow us on our journey.