A few words before I hit the sack, because I think it’s worth it.
Tonight, I passed by the wake of a mother. She was 53 years old. A few days ago she was walking fine until a splitting headache hit her. Aneurism. In a few hours she was in a coma; a couple of days more and she was gone. Death: we know it’s coming but noone ever knows when it is.
I’m totally bad at this — coffins, flowers, the look in people’s eyes. I’m not close to the family, just paying a visit, but every image of death for me is a slap on the face. How are you living your life now? Oftentimes we live not giving a damn, saving life for a tomorrow that could possibly never come. If we’re lucky (and I hope most of us are), we see another tomorrow. If we’re even more lucky, we get to see the people we love again, breathing and all. But — and here’s the most important question — what if we don’t? What if we wake up and they’re just gone?