Death stinks. Especially unwarranted death. This past Friday, a co-worker
of mine
died after a hospital stay of 4 days. She had been poisoned by a local
pharmacy, who
couldn't read the doctor's prescription and guessed as to what it said.
The result
was her blood became toxic with two drugs meant for two vastly different
things clashed.
We are in shock to say the least, for this lady was at work last Friday,
the 13th and
now is dead today. What a waste.
I was reminded of the following that I'd run across a few days prior:
Job 7:7-9 (NIV):
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;
my eyes will never see happiness again.
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
you will look for me, but I will be no more.
As a cloud vanishes and is gone,
so he who goes down to the grave does not return.
The things that were so important the week before, to her, turned to dust
so quickly
and became nothing. It's given me pause, once again, to re-evaluate what
really is
important in life and what is fluff.
Tim