I am watching the clouds below me, on my way with an airplane from Visby to Gothenburg. I think about this thing called heaven; that when I was little I used to believe that when we die we end up in heaven. That today, for me, death means that we change form; we continue being energy, however we leave the physical body that we had in this very lifetime. But even if we (or our souls if you like) continue to exist, it still hurts when someone we really care about leaves. Or when someone we really care about initiates the road leading to death.
My reflecting on this today has to do with the fact that an old man I care about very much suddenly has become very ill. When I left home Sunday morning he was cutting the lawn. He had just told me that his visit to the doctor the day before had gone very well and that his heart was functioning well. He was happy and full of energy as always. Some hours later I found out that he had had a very serious stroke and was in the hospital, fighting for his life. From full of life to near death. How fast life can take a turn. This is not something new, this is something we all know – so how come we still make it so darn difficult for ourselves to be grateful and cherish life every single day?! What would it take for us to really, really cherish our lives and our fellow beings every day? And what else would be possible if we really did?