One thing I've become particularly sensitive to since my Dad died and since Alzheimer's cruelly stole my mother away from me is Time.
Time is powerful. It is unforgiving and relentless. "It waits for no one," my dear Mom always said. Time is the one thing that no one can control and yet it is the one thing that everyone shares. The only thing you can control is how you use your time. Because once it's over, it's over. There's nothing more final than that.
And that, my friends, is my deep Jack Handey thought for the day.