Why does it seem to take tradgedy and sadness to make me remember how precious every moment of every hour of every day is??

To lose a friend who was too young to pass, who left behind a young family and a slew of friends.  To stand at a memorial service and realise that it could be me that people are mourning.

I understand death.  I have my ideas of what happens.  It is the grief and sadness of the living that forces it home.

Today... I will hug my children extra tight.  I will love closer. I will smile more and I will absorb the moments I am blessed with now.  For this moment, could very well be my last.