A few days ago, a friend of mine was laid to rest. He was young, full of life and very resourceful. Judging from how well he lived, one would have concluded that he had his whole life ahead of him and that he was going to accomplish so much more, but without warning, he was taken from us.
I still remember our last conversation. He spoke of having to give a little more than the usual care to his baby because his wife had travelled. He was thrilled about it all but wondered how most mothers did all that and still handled other responsibilities. He postulated that women have some innate capacity for this and only make it seem like a lot of work so we could get some sympathy from the men. I told him there’s a grace that comes upon us to take care of the children we’ve given birth to. I cheered him for not dropping the baton and we went our separate ways. My plan was to ask him when next I saw him how it all went and how relieved he was when his wife returned. Needless to say, that opportunity never came.
King Solomon once said it’s better to spend your time at funerals than at parties because everyone dies, and he encouraged the living to take this to heart. I quite agree with him. Witnessing the final rites for someone else helps us put things in perspective. You see, sometimes we feel like we’re larger than life because we’re in perfect health or we’re earning a lot of money and our sphere of influence is continually expanding, but the fact is, there’s a time to be born and a time to die. That’s the simple truth. The sooner we come to terms with this, the sooner we’ll begin to make the most of the opportunities we have today and to live our best life now.
My friend had no business dying. If I had the chance to speak to him now, I would ask ‘what did you do that for?’ because it just doesn’t make any sense, but while we’re here, we must consider our ways, our works, our endeavours, our relationships, our businesses, our skills and our talents. Every now and then, we must ask ourselves this question: How can I live each day such that when the whistle is blown I won’t be wishing I had more time?