Of life and death

Life is too short  not to live it  to the fullest.  When my grandma died a few weeks ago,  we all  felt  sad  because  we lost a  doting  grandmother  and surely we will miss  her  but  it wasn’t a sad death  because  she died peacefully in her bed.   We could only imagine her now  watching  over  us  from heaven.  Her last few days were filled with happy memories.  When I visited her  last New Year’s eve,   she told me a lot of  wonderful stories  on her  98th birthday.  She  was more than happy  and  it  was unforgettable  that  she shared all the details  how  the celebration turned out.   She died  without burdens to carry on  to  the next  life.  She lived a happy, contented and  full life.

So life is short but it  becomes shorter when sickness  takes it  away.   Last week,   I accompanied my daughter  to attend the wake  of her classmate who died at  the  age of  16.  I  didn’t  know  her  classmate  personally   but I cried  at the wake  when I see  the grieving mom at the  burial.  My heart  cried  and  gave comfort  to  the mother  who just lost a  son who died of cancer.  We never really know when death comes,  so cherish every single moment of  life.

“As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.” –   Leonardo DaVinci