Yesterday, I went to my first funeral. A friend of mine had been struggling with lung cancer for a while and finally gave up the fight; he was 27. He had been married for 2 years; his wife, friends and family are still working through the loss. The mood on the day was sad, gloomy and full of tears. Great eulogies were made and respect was given; he was a good man and had inevitably touched others in different ways. In the last three months or so, I’ve heard about three other stories of friends of friends passing away and the reality of death seems real to me; it’s like it’s somewhere in the air watching us. I feel like this was a wake-up call and I’m reminded of the value of relationships, the brevity of life, the type of energy one gives out and the legacy left behind. I feel that you only really live when you die because others only seem to value you when you’re gone. That must be why they say you never know what you’ve got till it’s gone. My prayer is for peace and grace for his widow; may she find the strength to make it through these dark times.
I would love to hear any feedback, suggestions or stories about your own journey…
Unobservable Life 
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