Another reminder this week of how fleeting life really is. My uncle passed away. He is only the second uncle I’ve had cross over. I seem to take these deaths particularly hard. Because saying good bye to family is hard, yes. But I guess the death of an uncle also reminds me too much of my own father’s mortality. I look at my cousins and I think some day that will be me and I wonder if I’ll have their strength and honour, and if I do where that will come from within me.
The message is clear once again. Life is too short and fleeting to not spend it doing the things that make you happy, being close to the people you love, laughing, loving, living. I can’t get any of the days I’ve spent being miserable back. It’s time to make a move.