My younger daughter left this morning to head back to her college life. She won't be home again until March, which seems a long time away. I miss her already, and I expect Dawn will do the same.
I got an e-mail yesterday that was cause for thought. A former work colleague who was 56 and only a few months older than I am died suddenly just after New Year's. He was healthy, but suddenly developed an infection that then became lodged in his hip (he'd had a replacement 8 years ago). He had surgery to deal with the infection and repair the replacement and then his kidneys failed. He was briefly on dialysis and then he died. He had a wife and children about the age of mine. While we were not close friends, I did work with him for a number of years and remember him as a good person. Hearing this was a reminder that none of us know how many more years, or days, we will have. It's important to do the things that are important, or meaningful to us, now, and not wait, assuming we'll have time later - we may be wrong about that. What are our priorities and how are we to go about fulfilling them? I try to remember each day to live that day fully, as a part of a life which is chosen.