Yesterday, I was lying down half way between sleeping and waking. Thoughts of the immanence of death came upon me, as they used to so frequently when I was a boy. I thought of death far too much for someone so young, perhaps. But, it was a gift too in some ways because I did not take life lightly. As I lay in bed as I boy, I wondered if my parents knew too of death and wished more than anything I could make it so that they would never die. I knew and know that that precious voice of theirs that I heard and can hear is not to be there forever. My only gift that I know for certain I can give is love. May that I remember to give it more often.
I've been taking life too lightly lately perhaps. Perhaps, this was a gift and a reminder too - so long as I am reminded gently again and again, later. And, I do not flee from its prodding to make of this life what my capacitities allow.