Even For One More Day

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again: We will all be dead a lot longer than alive so enjoy life while you can. This death thing is forever. Life is very temporary. I know of two deaths exactly one week apart from each other. The first was a young women who had played soccer with my daughter for many, many years. A bright cute girl with endless possibilities for the future. She must not have seen those possibilities and instead saw only darkness ahead of her.  On July 8th she walked onto a freeway overpass, climbed an eight foot fence and jumped onto the freeway below. What could be so terrible for a young girl that this seemed like the only answer? I know that life can be very very hard. But like I said we are here for such a short while.  It must be worth it to try and do what ever we can to fix our problems even if it's just to live a little longer. Such sadness for her family and friends.  Now they must figure out how to keep going.   The second death was a dear aunt of mine.  On July 15th she breathed her last. She had lived a long life true. She had children that loved her dearly. Strong healthy grandchildren too. She also had advanced diabetes. From what I hear at some point she needed amputating. Of course she didn't want this, who would. Many delays followed. By the time she had agreed to the necessary  treatment it was too late. Long life? Yes. But to have even one more day with your family. How much is that worth? I pray that when my time comes, and it will, that I will not go quietly into the night, but rather kicking and screaming and fighting to the end. This is my prayer for all of us. Even one more day can be so precious.