Quality, not quantity

I  feel relief when a stressful situation is resolved.  I sing the old Easter song, "The strife is o'er, the battle done."  When my Dad's life consisted of constant visits to the hospital for infusions, blood counts, lung aspirations, he told me, "It's about the quality of life, not the quantity."  So many young mothers have died recently.  A young mother with three children the youngest only a few months old.  Another mother with a 5 year old son passed of breast cancer.  A customer came to the store yesterday to purchase funeral flowers for his 42 year old wife.  These families are grieving, trying to adjust to a life without their loved one.  Two friends that I work with are going through  traumatic times.  One friend has a toddler niece with DIPG.  The other is dealing with her husband's pancreatic cancer.  A time to be born, a time to die.  Some at 2 years of age, others at 42, my father at 92.  Should I die tomorrow, I have no regrets.  Celebrate my life.