Length of life is not promised to us. The Bible does mention that because of the deteriorating morals of men, that they would no longer live to be over 900 years old but in fact until they are 120 years old.
It's funny, we exercise a lot of control over many things in our lives. It is important that we do that. But I have often wondered, as I am sure many, why can't we conquer death. A few have mastered illness, but I have known many who fought the good fight, yet they still lost in the end.

I lost my cousin this week. It was sudden. Her husband left home for work, came home and found her dead in the bed. She never got up. I can't imagine what that must feel like. It is beyond my comprehension.

I would have loved for her to stay, to be present at another family gathering but her time was up. None of us know when our time is up. I think about that some times in the planning of my day. Try not to leave too many tasks unfinished, because it will affect someone, that I didn't hold up my end of that task for the day.

When you are dead that is no longer a concern of yours. It might be to the person or persons you left without completing your task. After awhile the person who picked up your task, just picks up the ball and goes on.

I miss people who I have lost to death. I wanted them to live. I have even asked myself at times: Why do good people die and bad people live? I will never get use to death. No matter how much you may think you are prepared it leaves an ache in your heart.

Death is not understood. I once was afraid of dying. I've gotten better. I know that one day I too will close my eyes and never again will I see the wonders that greet me every day that I lived. I will be able to accept it. For my family it will be hard, but soon those hurts will heal and fade away.

May God bless and keep you until the end, whatever that is to you.