November is the month we remember to be thankful. I know we’re 3 days in but it’s never too late to start.
For today I’m thankful that I woke up and was able to live.
yesterday I called home and spoke with my sister who told me that there was a death in the village. she couldn’t tell me how this dear friend died, except that he collapsed at work and his friend’s rushed him to the hospital but it was too late. And then this morning while surfing on facebook I saw condolence messages to his family, not only acknowledging his death but that of his uncles.
We really are not guaranteed tomorrow.
It was a harsh reminder of how fragile life is.
RIP dear friend and uncle.