Harsh Reality

I haven't made the best use of my time. I'm not sure if a legacy has even begun on my behalf. The difference I've set out to make, has only been penciled in my pad. There's so much work for me to do, in order to leave my mark on this world. And to see people around me dying. People who mean something to ME dying. Slaps me in the face. It fills my heart with shame. Because here I am taking lif...e for granted, assuming that I have tomorrow when they only had today or yesterday. What makes me better than them that today or yesterday wasn't my last? As far as I can see, NOTHING. But since I've been granted this grace, I must tend to my soul. I have to make sure that I don't leave my work undone because none of you can finish it for me. And only you can finish yours. When they put your birthdate - your homegoing date, you be sure to make your "-" count. I've never felt anything worse than losing a loved one. Death's sorrow stains the most beautiful canvas. It darkens the brightest day. RIP Neil Cox. You made your "-" count!! Still in disbelief. ♥ ♥