This week the concept that our life is short and we don’t know when it will end has really hit home. In the past 5 days, there have been 3 different families that I am connected to in some fashion that have experienced a death or deaths in the family. Last Tuesday, we received the news that one of the teachers in our building lost his brother and SIL in a car accident. Later this week, our pastor’s mother was placed in Hospice and she died just a day or two later and finally this morning, an older lady at our church had what her daughter calls “one of her spells” and passed out in the women’s restroom. After calling the EMS system and then assisting her husband and calling their daughter to meet them at the hospital, we discovered that she passed away today.
Two of these people, were older women who have lived a full life, getting to know their grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Sadly, the other two were young and will never be able to see their own kids grow up. My heart breaks for these three families, and I am reminded to hug my husband and children one more time and to tell them how much I love them and how proud I am of them. And yes, we need to live our life, not just exist.