When life becomes just a fleeting breath

As I remembered my loved ones tonight I felt compelled to record my endless love and deepest gratitude for him. Every memory is still so fresh as I recounted his love and sacrifice for me. Life really becomes a fleeting moment in a hospital. Every milli second counts during the death hour. October 11 was so painful that my world collapsed. No amount of consolation helps - only God's everlasting love and grace embraced my failing heart from stopping.  At half past 12 on a bright sunday, after the usual service, he left me in full witness alone. Like a flowing river, his breath was gone without a trace. He exited from this world without saying goodbye. Just as he didnt make a grand entrance, he left so very quietly. Recently a very close friend described me as one living life without breath. I pondered for days.  We are nothing but a fleeting breath that's here now and there forever.... whatever you are worried about today or fighting so very hard for, stop and think about your last breath. Does any of these matter afterall?

Not calling her Skype !