A close friend of mine just lost his wife. She went to sleep and didn’t wake up. No warning, no goodbye.
It shifted something in me fast. All the things I’m saving for later, all the conversations I keep meaning to have, all the gratitude I carry but rarely say out loud — suddenly none of that patience made sense anymore.
We talk a lot about building things that last. But some of the most important things we have can be gone before morning. Maybe the real question isn’t just what we build — it’s whether the people we love know they matter while we’re still here to tell them.