The real enemy...and a small way to fight back

On Wednesday, my Aunt Rhonda passed away after a heroic fight against cancer.  This was my mom's little sister; and the youngest daughter of my Mawmaw; the same grandmother who had to bury her husband five months ago.

Honest to goodness, Aunt Rhonda was one of the nicest human beings you would have ever come across.  Always smiling, always cheerful.  Sacrificial.  Loving mother.  It's incredibly sad how much we take people like that for granted...assuming they will always be around...that we can send a photo or a text tomorrow.  We aren't guaranteed a thing, especially more time.

I do not believe that death was part of the initial game plan for us.  I do not believe that it was intended a natural part of this cycle we now find ourselves in.  I believe that death crept in, like a bandit and is now the ultimate enemy.

You believe that too, even if for different reasons.  You eat healthy and take your vitamins.  You exercise and try to live a relatively safe life.  You do that to prolong this life for as long as possible...to hold the enemy at bay; but, in the end, death will come for all of us.

One of my favorite lyrics, to one of my favorite Pearl Jam songs goes like this:
"Yeah I'm a lucky man
To count on both hands
The ones I love
Some folks just have one
Yeah others they got none"

If you're lucky like I am, make sure those people know.

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