We take the time that we have for granted

Death. n. The termination or extinction of something. The act of dying; termination of life.

For the past week, there had been two deaths in my home town. The first one, early last week, was the person who my siblings and I considered as our second father. He and his wife helped my parents in raising us. He had been in the hospital for about a month or so, trying to recover from stroke. I wish I had written to him. I wish I had thanked him.

The second, over the weekend, was my uncle. He was the husband of my dad's sister. The even sadder news about his death was that they were celebrating my aunt's birthday when he had a heart attack. He was dead on arrival when they got to the hospital. He was 53.

Death comes with no age, no health, sometimes without warning, all the time inescapable. We know it. We can never prepare for it. Still, we take the time that we have for granted.