Been a lot of death in my life recently. A close family member ( a zealous JW) died yesterday. A close friend died 8 weeks ago - both from cancer. It was hard seeing them wilt away like a flower cut from its stem. They weakened, they suffered and they died in pain.
In a time when they needed encouragement, in a moment where they needed to be comforted I couldn't think of anything to say. I had no hope to give out. I had no comforting words to explain why we must die in such an undignified way.
My anger at a non-existing god and my rage toward the cult I was raised in has turned my heart to stone.
Death never comes at a convenient time. Death never comes after you've fully prepared for it. It just rushes in like a tsunami and sweeps us all away wide-eyed and terrified.
Death is all around us and hovering over those whom we love. Life is bitterly short and full of pain and then an abrupt end. When you find yourself going, when you find yourself dying, the world doesn't stop for you and there is nothing you can do - there is nothing anyone can do.
Every day that you find yourself waking up healthy and sound is a day more precious than any metal. Life is bitterly short, so please value each day like it may be your last and never take even one minute of it for granted.