reflections.Got back a short while ago from Vincent's wake. Looking at the tears and frailty of the family members makes me treasure what I have all the more.
When death comes knocking at your door, it'll be too late to say your 'sorry' or 'goodbye'. Nor will you be able to mouth the words 'I love you'.
It's hard to swallow the reality that we are only human and have but a short time on this earth, until the harsher reality of mortality deals us a blow, and we are sent reeling from the stark clarity that what's lost, is lost, and can never come back.
We've all got to learn to better appreciate those around us, and give them the value they are
worth. And there is no better time than
now.
Now for sleep, before a busy weekend and a flight on Monday.
(When will I get to do my packing?)