A funeral

Another day, another drive, another funeral.

Life is very fragile. I don’t think I appreciate the very miracle of being alive. How many close calls have you had? I remember very distinctly in Iowa once as an intersection turned into slow motion as a car flew through a red light. I remember distinctly looking at a pole thinking I’m going to hit that only to swerve at the last minute.

If I think of my life I think of many times when it was close, very close. I don’t think I appreciate life enough. It is not whether or not we die but that more of us don’t die I suppose.

Another day, another drive, another funeral. Too many friends and family passing away it seems. Please pray for the May’s.

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