Its a frightening and depressing thought to realize at any given moment you might take your last breath. I always knew that you never know when you will actually go but attending a funeral of one so young you soon come to a realization that life is so short and precious.
Today was my cousins funeral who died at the tender age of 40. Sadly enough his life was over at 19. He was in a car with a drunk driver and they got into an accident. I only hold one memory of him before the accident. Every memory after that consist of the hundreds of hospital and nursing home visits. He spent over 20 years in a coma.
His brother blames himself for what happened that night. His brother and the driver of the vehicle forever carry the guilt. Even though it wasn't really his brothers fault. His brother said he should have given him a ride home. Just taken the extra 5 minutes to do it. You never know what's going to happen and you can't blame yourself for the events that took place.
I think the hardest part of today was watching my aunt. She was my second mother. Moved in after my fathers death when I was 2. I hate seeing people in pain it makes me feel so helpless because I wish there is something I can do. When in reality you know all you can truly do is be there for them and offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear.
My aunt is not so long from joining her son. Having spent over 40 years smoking left her with heart failure and only 10% of her lungs. You can see the faint look in her eyes and the blue tint in her lips. Death slowly creeping in to claim another victim.
If you love someone make sure they know. Tell them everyday. You never know when its your last chance.
