Life Is Short, And How We Spend It Matters
I started writing this post several weeks ago after my uncle Mark passed away. I have had a hard time finishing it, in part because this is not the kind of subject I usually write about. But the thoughts kept coming and I felt the need to finish it. Over the past few months we have seen more than a half dozen people we know leave this world. Some had lived long full lives, served their country in WWII, had wonderful careers, enjoyed retirement and their grandchildren. Others not yet 40, with young children, some middle aged with kids in college or new grand babies on the way. Several had battled illness and lost their fight, while others died suddenly. They all had plans, goals, dreams and people that loved them. I have experienced death, loss and grief before, but these recent events have reminded me of something I have known all along...life is short and how we spend it matters. My uncle's memorial service was standing room only. The chapel was filled with family and fri...