I just found out that a few days ago, my good friend's mother died unexpectantly after a heart attack. I didn't know Emily's mother well, but I knew that she was an extreamly nice woman, who was a good cook, careing, and accepting, and had a very good relationship with her daughter. My friend's mothers are not supposed to die, not now anyway, not when they are so long. Grandparents, I understand, but not parents...not before they've held their first grandchild, or even before their first and only child's college graduation. I apologize if I've been in a weird mood today, or maybe even for the next couple of days. This event just makes me realize how short our lives are, and that we all spend too much time being angry at other people, at friends, parents, teachers, etc, when we shouldn't be...it just isn't worth it, especially to think that an angry spat may be the last thing you say to that person. Oh, I'm not saying we should all be paranoid, just conscience of our own mortality. So, try to resolve issues with people as soon as possible, try to forgive, and never, ever, go to bed angry with the person you love, family members included.
On a more hopeful note, Emily was brought up in a family that told her not to spend too much time greiving for a person, and instead to spend time celebrating the life that that person lived. I think it's a good philosophy.