The Fight for Life

I have seen this, from a distance,  far removed from the struggle for life. I have also dealt with incredible loss that ripped out my heart.  

More recently, I have seen the fight for life up close and personal.  I see my best friend fight for her life.  I see my dear sister do the same. Even though the eventuality of life is death, I see them continue to fight for every last breath.  

Maybe it’s the permanence of death that makes life so precious.  Maybe it’s wanting to live for others so that we can continue to celebrate the milestones in the lives of those we love.  

Yet we must all, at some point, face the inevitable.  As Shakespeare said in Macbeth:

“Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more…”