Life

I received news of someone's passing today.  And although I do not know this person, he must have been someone who has touched a dear friend's life in more ways than one.  I was told he was 52 years old, a father of 3 girls, and suffered a heart attack.  I silently questioned, "is there an acceptable age for heart attacks"?  And does saying, "my deepest condolences, so sorry to hear about your loss" ever enough?

At some point in our lives, we would have lost a loved one.... endured the pain, grief and tears of losing a parent, sibling, spouse, close friend, or even a beloved pet.  Personally speaking, time does not heal all wounds - the wounds never really disappear.... they merely become coated with time, and turn into memories of a life that once lived. 

And during our greatest moments of grief, we become contemplative.... questioning ourselves about life's purpose, our purpose on earth, our priorities.... wondering if there ever are answers to these questions?

I once wrote in reply to someone with these same burning questions.... someone who has been grieving over the passing of his father :
"We're put on earth, as heaven is at the moment, over-crowded.... so meanwhile, we do as much good as we can, life our best life, love with an open heart, mourn to remember a life well-lived and to celebrate a life worth living, before we head on back to heaven".

Peace to those who have gone before us.
Love for those who stand before and beside us.