A few days ago a father of four children passed away. His oldest child is 13 I believe. His wife is pregnant with the fifth child. The family immigrated from Pakistan fairly recently. The man worked for Standard Aero I heard. The wife is a doctor I believe. He died in an accident at home. I’ve never met the family but I went to the funeral with Tipu. Muslims generally go to funerals regardless of if they know the person or not. He died while still young and strong and so suddenly that it really made me pause. We don’t know when it will be all over. We run around all day and it turns to night and then back to day again. You almost feel impervious.

Last night I was trying to fall asleep. I was exhausted and yet still could not catch the zees. The time gave me the opportunity to realize how I take simple things for granted. To be safe and fed lying in bed bored is something that lots of people can’t even dream of. In some places people fearfully stand guard at night and/or are too hungry to find rest. They wake up hoping but knowing if they will really eat.