Someone once told me a story about how he lost his mother when he was just 6years old,and then he lost his father a year after.Then he and his kid sister were moved to an orphanage.Three years later,his kid sister followed,and he was left alone.His idealogy about life changed completely.He felt life was meaningless,and empty.He said he felt life was so short.
I pondered long on this,and I believed that it was true.We never know when death comes knocking,but we all must answer that inevitable call when the time comes.But when it comes unexpectedly,and so soon,it is really a thing of grief.This is the sole reason we must be grateful to God for the very grace of waking up each morning,and most especially for the old and grey, who have been able to establish themselves and their goals in life, without being cut off half way.The very thought of unheard ideas, unfinished goals and beautiful dreams terminated by a premature death pains more than death itself.Little wonder they say the grave is the richest goldmine in the world;full of a million and one inventions and most beautiful dreams that never came true.
In as much as death lies ahead as an inevitable pill,we never hope to get there before our time.We only pray and hope that the almighty God preserves us all to successfully accomplish all our purposes in life, because;" life is indeed a short dark journey from the darkness of the womb to the darkness of the tomb".