Lost my Dad in August 2014 at 70 after long bout of cancer. Lost my best friend suddenly in February 2015 at 40 to heart attack. Lost my cousin in October 2016 at 58 to cancer. Lost my big brother in August of 2019 at 50 to cancer.Thanks for the song. Not looking forward to any of this, though I know it’s coming. The thought also makes me reflect on my relationships and time with my own sons and what’s really important.
As somebody who's seen some loss in my life, my point is this, and I know it sounds cliche. Nobody is guaranteed tomorrow. Be glad that you wake up every day, and try to take/make extra time to appreciate your freinds and family. Make that time count and be present. Don't put off this trip or that trip, even if the reasons (excuses) sound good or make sense at the time. When dads, brothers, cousins, sons, daughters, and friends are gone, they're gone. The loss never goes away and you'll miss them every day and tear up when you least expect it. It could be a smell, a taste, an experience, or some deja vu. It will hit you and when it does it hits hard. Time makes things a little better, and it helps focus the good times, but people that say "time heals all wounds" are full of crap. Love your friends and family unconditionally and have no regrets.