Why

Why does it seem to take tragedy and sadness to make me remember how precious every moment of every hour of every day is??

To lose a friend who was too young to pass, who left behind a young family and a slew of friends. To stand at a memorial service and realize that it could be me that people are mourning.

I understand death. I have my ideas of what happens. It is the grief and sadness of the living that forces it home.

Today... I will hug my children extra tight. I will love closer. I will smile more and I will absorb the moments I am blessed with now. For this moment, could very well be my last.