I am contemplating life, today. I have been particularly touched by two deaths this week–my father in-law and the nephew of a friend. One lived a very full live and leaves a legacy in five solid families. One had little opportunity to now much other than hospitals and doctors; nevertheless, he leaves his own legacy. I can’t say that, even when my faith is strongest, I understand death–especially the death of a child. Perhaps, it is not ours to understand God’s purposes, but to make the most of the moments that we have with one another. Death for the living is letting go. We often say “we lost…”. When we lose a loved one at the end of a long life, our pain is often selfish–we mourn what we have lost. When we lose a child, our pain is greater because we mourn what the world has lost–what might have been. Yet, as I have watched children face death, through the obvious pain, their smiles are always big and bright. There are no apparent regrets. The child is living in the moment, not worried about the next. For a child, a moment is a much greater fraction of his or her life. As adults, we begin to devalue the moment. We count years, weeks, and days and neglect the present. Life is fleeting. Make every moment count. Enjoy every precious moment God has given us with the people in your life.