Life is so precious but we rarely realize it. We get up in the morning and go, go, go…as though nothing new or exciting will happen…same old…same old. We forget in the monotony of this life how treasured each breath is in our lifetime. It takes a death of a loved one to remind us that each moment we are given is not to be wasted. Each word we say to others should lift up lives. We should treasure those we love and love those we don’t know. As endless as life may seem it is not. It all comes to an end at some point and we rarely know at what time that point will come to each of us.