The past three Saturdays, I have witnessed three couples parted by death far too soon. Their ages ranging from 58 to 68, not young- but unfinished lives, taken from us too soon, leaving us all wanting for more.
It's a strong reminder of my own mortality and how much I take for granted time I do have. This is nothing new or groundbreaking. What amazed me most was the strength I saw in the spouses and children of those laid to rest. Strength brought on by shock and pain, a survival skill that gets the departed laid to rest.
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