Life is Precious

Today my heart pauses. And it goes out to my roommate. Her dad is dying in the hospital, and it was completely unexpected. He'll probably be gone tomorrow morning. My eyes ache with tears that haven't fallen yet. I try to put myself in my roommate's shoes and imagine that it is my dad in the hospital. But I have no idea how I would feel, what I would be thinking, what I would do, if I would want people around me, if I would just want to scream or be mute forever. I cannot imagine the pain. I have never had anyone in my family die, so I feel helpless, unable to relate completely, providing as much empathy as I can from miles away. I wish I had the right words to say and to comfort her. I want to read her mind, so that I can do exactly what she needs without her asking.

Everything that has happened makes me reflect. Life is so short, so valuable, so precious. It can end in a split second, disappearing forever, and I don't think I always appreciate it to the fullest. I think I need to say "I love you" to my family more and make my actions count more. Life has so much meaning,but do we always live it to its fullest potential? I don't think so. We take it for granted a lot, but today was a reminder not to. To love more. To do more. To live completely. Who knows what will happen tomorrow to anyone? This is a good reminder for me to really be thankful for everyone and everything in my life.