I've Learned to Live for Today.

Not in a carless way, but in a compassionate, heartfelt way.

My father lived to 97. My brother died at 55.

Two people I loved, two completely different timelines. And in between those realities, I realize I don’t know how long I have.

So I try to be here now. I linger in the small moments I used to rush past—the warmth of a morning mug in my hands and the way sunlight lands on the kitchen floor. I strive to spe…