I woke up this morning and was informed about the passing of one of my mum’s closest cousins. He was 36, and his wife had just given birth to their first child last month. He was always healthy, and then last night he had a sudden seizure and that was it. I think we all have a habit of assuming we’re going to live a relatively long life, but how arrogant of us it that? I’m sure everyone has a bucket list of sorts, even if it’s just in your head, of things you want to do in you life time. And how often do we say, “Oh I’ll do that when I’m older/have more money/won’t have to worry about my parents.” But you may never get older, you may never get more money, and your parents will never stop worrying about you.  I think that’s why we fear death. Not because we don’t know what’s on the other side, but because we want to cling on to what we have on this side. And the only way to let go of that is to know, every day of your life, that you’ve done what you want to do. That you’ve lived a rich, fulfilling life full of colour and experiences so even if it’s time to go, whether you’re 22 or 82, it’ll be fine because every moment of your life was worth living.