I cried today because of an email delivery failure.
I sent a group message about a guest blog post I wrote. I received the basic message for when an email account is no longer active.
The account was for my good friend Graci. I attended her funeral last Wednesday. She passed away from cancer. She would like the blog post I wrote.
This post is not going to repeat the cliche that we should live like everyday could be our last. This isn’t about making sure we tell the people we care the most about that we love them. These things are true. We know it. What we forget is how permanent Death is.
I will never again text Graci to have a good day. There will no longer be crazy life conversations in her office. She will not read this blog post. Death is permanent. That is why it is so hard to deal with. Graci’s funeral was filled with family and friends. She lived out her faith. She made people feel loved everyday. The service helped us celebrate her life, but death is permanent. Death removes all possibilities. That is what hurts. The lost chance to live like today was our last day.