Our own mortality is a difficult thing to grasp or come to terms with. Especially since we are reminded of it on a daily basis, at least it seems so. When you least expect it, it rears its ugly head.
Yesterday, I had a great run with great friends. It was a great pace, great conversation...great everything.
Upon finishing, I had a text from my parent that my sons grandfather had passed. I immediately called him, but he couldn't really talk through the sobs. There's nothing that hurts quite as much as hearing your son sob.
Of course, I went to see him and his mom to console them and to see if there was anything they needed.
This reminded me that it's a solemn reminder not to take anything for granted. Don't sweat the small stuff.
Don't settle. Life is short.Very short.
