How has a death put your life in perspective?

I put a message out on Twitter the other day and asked “How has death put your life in perspective?”

Because I believe death does change how you look at life and depending on the relationship you had with

a loved one who has died your perspective may be different than others. I really thought these comments

were worth sharing with everyone, so thank you to all who commented.

Please feel free to add your comments to this post if you feel so inspired.

Life on earth is short and not forever, but eternity is………………sometimes it take someone to die to make you realize how short this life really is…………….

Nelle Seda

It has opened my eyes to the fact that life is worth “living” not just walking through with work and responsabilty….”live” life, enjoy the company of friends and family, try new things

Susan Bogart

and I have to agree with the above. One becomes very conscious of the briefness of life after a loss and also has to make a conscious effort to simply breathe. That leads to a freedom of sorts. A freedom to set new priorities just to survive.

Sandra Rees Mills

Melissa, Jackson Browne said in a song “Does it take a Death to learn what a Life is Worth!

Renee Banovich

Very well put Susan!

Kim Eckstrom Beslin

Susan, I couldn’t agree with you more! Since my mom’s cancer returned, and her ultimate passing on 1/7/10; I’ve really learned the “don’t sweat the small stuff” life is just too short!! I try not to let life stress me!! and yes, I do have to make a conscious effort to simply breathe and get up every day!

Nelle Seda

see…we do learn something from death…

Kendra Von Achen

it’s made me realize just how important the family and friends are in your life…to lean on, to make you laugh, to be okay to cry in front of, and to make each day on earth better.

Doris Good After losing 2 brothers and both parents in 7 years, their deaths taught me the preciousness of remembering. I have no one to call and say “remember when” with. I realize that I have to reinvent myself because I no longer live the rolls of Bill and Terry’s Sister or Bill and Doris Jean’s daughter. I didn’t know how much of me was a part of those relationships. Now I have rememberances, rituals to satisfy the need to say “remember when we….”. It taught me that the silence of sending balloons to my departed and visualizing them taking the balloons up to the heavens can be a very soothing and satisfying moment of peace and rememberance.