Why

 

01.07.05 (9:56 am)   [edit]
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.