When the sand runs out.

Life is fleeting. Life is fragile. Life can end in a moment.

That is a fact that gets hammered home time and time again.  It doesn’t matter how healthy we try to be. When the reaper comes for you, your time on earth is done.

In past life as an EMT, I have lost count of the number of times I have stood over the lifeless body of someone we were not able to help, with their friends and family breaking down in the background.

For the person who dies, their journey is over. For those who carry on, life begins an all new journey, one that they are rarely ever prepared for.

How do you prepare for the death of someone you love? How do you prepare for a significant piece of your life to be carved away?

The simple answer is, there is no way. Everybody will deal with grief differently. Some will lash out, some will isolate. The key part of this is, the pain needs to be dealt with. Whether that means talking with your pastor, your counselor, your doctor, reach out.

Yes, life is fleeting. Death is a shadow we will all meet some time. As has been said infamously many times, “you don’t get out of life alive.”

That said, it doesn’t mean we can’t live to the fullest. We can. We can love. We can have a passion.

I know life is a challenge. Fighting mental illness is draining. I have contemplated suicide. I have even attempted. In my job and personal life I have stood toe to toe with the reaper, and I am still here.

With my diagnosis, I am at a significantly increased risk for a premature death, possibly even by suicide.

None of that takes away from the difference I can make in this world around me. None of know when we will meet the reaper for the final time, but I intend on going down running, and making the most of my life.

Rascal Flatts has a song titled “When the sand runs out,” and one of the lyrics in it says “I want to be running when the sand runs out,.”

I think that is something we all need to do.

shallow focus of clear hourglass
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