The past week or so, we lost a dear church member/family friend; and since that day, I think God has really been showing me how precious life really is. We go about our everyday lives, not consciously really aware of who's around us, and who we might possibly never see again. A friend of mine stated online this statement, which I feel is nothing but the truth.
"As young adults we see ourselves as immortal and invincible but when death comes knocking, one realizes the fragility of it all."
{we never know how precious life is until one is lost}
Where do our priorities lie? We see most people gather together to mourn the loss of a loved one, but at holiday gatherings, family reunions, etc., we typically hear how bad it was, because no one gets along, or any story along those lines. But if there's a death, everyone gathers to give their respect. This leads me to this question; Why did you not give more respect to them while they were alive?
In this day and age, we also hear more stories coming to surface about the rates of suicide. Suicide takes the lives of nearly 30,000 Americans every year. And after doing about 10 minutes of researching, suicide rates have been on the rise in the past 5 years.
There's not much else to say. There's a lesson is this series of losses somewhere...I just don't know where yet.
