I'm sitting at Logan Airport in Boston, grounded, waiting for thunderstorms to pass. Today my son, Jacob, left for his first day as a sophomore in high school as I was jumping into a taxi. I am on my way to Palm Beach to attend a funeral. My cousin's son died in a accident, drowning when his car skidded into a canal late at night. He was much too young to die. My cousin and his wife are heartbroken.
Every day, we live on borrowed time taken from the fabric of a universe so enormous and complex that we can only begin to wonder at what power could have possibly created such a miracle.
If you have parents living nearby or with you, stop what you are doing and go hug them right away, or call them if they are far from you. No one should ever have to lose a child. Let your parents know that you love them. Time is short.
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