In reading the obituaries: he was 85, she was 62, he was 43, she was 25, he was 22, she was nine and he never saw his first birthday. Every day, in every paper, the obituaries are there to read. They are a sober reminder of the shortness and uncertainty of this life we live…records that someone lived.
Each one measures the length of a lifetime for the length varies, but the lifetime remains. Whether it is a day, a decade or a century, each one of us measures the length of a lifetime for it is our lifetime, our moment in time on this earth.