Let's not rely so heavily on the earth-shattering events to awaken us from the mechanical slumber that can sometimes pervasively control our lives. Let's all remember to live in this moment and celebrate life because while my father is right that we are all dying, at least for today, we are all living too.
I saw her mind racing. We were around the same age. She took in my long, dark hair, my mostly wrinkle-free face, my skinny jeans... It's not that I look so young, but I don't "look like" a widow. She covered her heart with her hands, I saw her struggle to come up with the "right thing" to say. "Yours is worse!" she uttered. If grief is a contest, I guess I win.