This week there was a very public and tragic passing, that of the Australian Cricket test batsmen, Phil Hughes. It was a totally freakish incident the way that he was struck on the occiput, fell to the pitch face first, and was rushed to hospital after being resuscitate. He was only 25 years of age, and in the prime of his cricketing life.

The world-wide outpouring of grief for Phil, his family, and also for the fast bowler Sean Abbott unified the world by their love for cricket.  It was a stark reminder about how fickle this life can be, and how we can be called back to our source in an instant. Whenever there is an unexpected  death of a high-profile person, it makes me wonder why we don’t grieve in the same way for an unknown person who dies in a car accident. Surely it is no less tragic, and no less of a life.

This week I attended the funeral of one of our closest family friends. He passed away at the ripe old age of 91. Hailing from Italy, he worked hard as a new migrant, brought up his family, and lived his life quietly. He had a small funeral in Pascoe Vale, Melbourne, surrounded by close friends and family, and departed just as quietly as he had lived.

Death is inevitable. Till it comes, may our lives be full, joyous, healthy, fulfilling, and of service to others.

In Health and Wellness

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