I thought of my two brothers who died around 30 years ago; if they are still living now, how old they would be, how would their life be and what would they be like. They would see their children grow and their grandchildren born, that’s for sure. It still makes me sad when I think of them. I miss them and I regret the things I should have said or done for them while they were still living. But I can’t go back in the past. I can only remind myself of the lessons I learned from those experiences.
Today, I heard once again the gospel about the Lord’s Passion and death on the cross. Every year, I hear the same story. Why? So, I can be reminded of the value of life. Jesus died for me so I can have life. He gave his life for me as a gift. May I never ever take this precious gift of life for granted. And it is not enough just to get by life; trying to survive the everyday challenges. Jesus wants me to grow and thrive in this life as well; to be happy and fulfilled; to pursue my purpose and to share to others this gift of life. My brothers died very young. Nobody knows the time of death. It can happen anytime. The question I ask myself is not when are you going to die, rather when are you going to live?
My advice to myself: be grateful and live every moment of your life!