We went to San Antonio last week. It was to attend the funeral of Lingling. A young, sweet and beautiful girl. All of 18 years. Her life was snuffed out by some medical accident no one understands. So sudden and so unexpected. Like one minute you were holding a glass on your hand then you suddenly dropped it and shattered it into bits and pieces. Just like that. Happens to me sometimes and I kick myself thinking how I didn't see it coming. But a glass has monetary value. A life is priceless. Irreplaceable.
They say people die because their mission on earth is done. Lingling must have done hers triple time. I wonder. Am I fulfilling my mission on earth at just the right pace? Is there a way to find out we are going too fast?