Since my dad's diagnosis and his subsequent death, I think a lot about the concept of time: I am more fully aware than ever before (and more aware than I actually want to be, I think) that there is no way to restore the sand back into the top part of the hourglass. And that it's passing by, quickly, and that once a moment in time - or an opportunity - passes us by, it's in the past, and so it's so important to seize the moment, to take the plunge, to prioritize ... and to take time to stop and smell the roses, to be present with the people we care about, and to be kind and appreciative and gracious along the way.
