My husband and I are in our late 40’s/early 50’s. Nowadays, this would be considered to be a fairly young age especially with people living into their 80’s or beyond. But, this is also the age where you start hearing of people who die either from accidents or from illnesses such as cancer. The reason for this post is because the former happened to a friend and mentor of my husband’s on Monday night. It is hard to get news like that and not think of your own mortality. This gentleman was not much older than my husband, but was someone who meant a great deal to him in his younger years. He died in a plane crash.

When I heard the news earlier this morning, I thought of other people who had been mentors in my life over the years. It’s easy to let daily life slip up on you and not tell those people how much you appreciate them. With today’s news though, I have realized you need to make every moment count because you do not know when a moment will be someone’s last.

In closing, I quote a poem by John Magee.

“High Flight”

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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