January 31, 2005.
Funny how life changes in the blink of an eye. Someone you thought that would be there forever is suddenly gone. A healthy person becomes sick, a baby grows up, a job you had is all of a sudden gone. Your life can be turned on it's side when you least expect it.
I will be going to my third funeral in less that six months this week. I hate funerals, I mean I really hate them. I feel so helpless while attending them, sitting there watching people suffer, suffering with them. I am not looking forward to this one at all, very sad, very sudden.
When a tragedy strikes it makes me look at my life, my priorities, what I spend my days doing. The grudges I hold. What is really important? Do I spend too much time at work? Do I spend enough time with my family? Am I really happy?
I wish I could live each day as if it were my last. I wish I would be able to do something scary every day-something that scares me to death. That 'thing' I was saving for a special occasion - I shouldn't bother saving, I should use it. Or, I think I will just make sure I tell the people closest to me how I feel about them - today.