Life is Short

A former officemate of mine passed away at the age of 43. I was not particularly close to her although am still quite stunned by her death. Another former officemate of mine, who is a close friend of the deceased and mine, too -- told me a few weeks ago that our officemate's two kidneys were no longer functioning and that she had to undergo dialysis regularly.

When your kidneys no longer function -- of course, that's bad. I listened to the story, still quite detached, thinking that things will work out in the end. My friend and I didn't expect our officemate to go that soon.

Well, she did. And over the past few days I have been thinking that you never really know when you are going to go. It's not the age -- nor the fact that you have a young child depending on you -- we go when we are called.

So, it is up to us to live each day as if it may be our last. Love as much as you can. Keep in touch with your friends. Make every conversation pleasant, if possible. In a wink of an eye, you and I may be gone.

Rest well, officemate N. God bless your soul. Thanks for the reminder that we should make each day count. =)