“So from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.” ~ Shakespeare, As you like it.
A friend lost her Mum on Thursday. Favour was bubbly, full of life, with so much ahead of her. She took ill a month ago, went into admission and was diagnosed of liver cancer. She was only fifty six years old.
Friends, death is as an inevitable transitional phase of our existence, we all have to face it someday. And like any important event, preparation is vital.
No one knows when, so its wise we live daily like its our last.