Yesterday night I attended a funeral. I wasn’t directly connected to the person who passed; I was there to show my support for my friend who had been close to him. The person who died was only 34, the same age as me. It made me think a lot about time. I’m guilty of always looking toward the future and not always appreciating this moment right here. This death was a reminder to me that healthy or sick, daredevil or coward, no one can predict when and where they’ll breathe their last. So love this moment, and this one, because they’re some of the only ones we get to have. ~Jobe
Unfettered Friday w Jobe
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