Hubs and I lost a family member yesterday and are still trying to make sense of it. It's also hard because we are so far away from our families and friends right now. Even though I've only interacted with Hub's uncle a handful of times, it was enough to have my heart sink when I read the email. I was in the middle of making dinner and had to stop. He was a sweet man and has been taken from us way too soon.
Why is it that when tragedy strikes, you truly start appreciating the people around you? We tend to take life, and especially those closest to us, for granted. We think that we have "forever" to make up for arguments or "there's always tomorrow...". What if that fight was the last time you had with the person? Or you never got to get together when you had the chance, but blew it off thinking that you'd have another time? There are many what-ifs that could drive a person crazy. So instead of all those thoughts going through one's mind, wouldn't it just be easier to spend as much time with those whom we claim are "near and dear" in our hearts?
Life is precious. Cherish it. We don't know when we will take our last breath...