Life is short

I went to the funeral of my colleague’s husband today. A man cut down in his prime by cancer, 44 years old, a wife, two daughters, a full and happy life. Over. 

No words are adequate to describe what she must be going through. 
It makes me appreciate the life I have, the trials and tribulations, all so trivial. 
Perspective. 

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