We always think we have time. My dad certainly did when he laid down one October night and never saw the sand drain out of the hourglass, and his named was called from the Book of Life and he was no more with us...he was 54. And my brother never gave it a thought having served and survived two tours of duty in Vietnam. Hell, he flipped his own hourglass upright....time was his now that he was safe at home. But sleep was a bullet he didn't know was the one that would stop his youthful life when he fell asleep behind the wheel of a car.
No, we think we have time,all the time in the world. I guess that is what we call living....not thinking of dying.
As I laid in the emergency room last week, my son called from California...stressed out that he couldn't be with us.
After exchanging comforting words to each other he told me that a business friend of his had just died in an accident. ..a game designer....a terrific guy. His friend was in the car with his 6month pregnant wife and they were hit almost head on by a drug using driver. His wife and unborn child survived. He died instantly.
This was the glass through which he was looking. Grateful and sad all at the same time...a happy heart and a hurting heart all living within one chest....keenly aware of shifting sand descending in different ways for each of us. A lesson only life can teach one.