Thinking about death today as I learned on Facebook today that a distant acquaintance of mine passed away from cancer at only 54 years old. I hadn’t seen her in years (am thinking at least eight) but that doesn’t diminish the impact she made on me by being a warm and welcoming person, helping me feel at home at a time when I was new to the city. I regret that I never got to know her better or made an effort to see her more recently. She will be deeply missed.
It brings home how short life can be. And also helps me to cherish every moment.