A few months ago a young father fell off a roof and died leaving behind a wife and three young children. This week an acquaintance died unexpectedly due to an illness. Life cannot be taken for granted. We wake each morning and go about our daily tasks with blinkers on. We take it for granted that at the end of the day we will be reunited with our family, our spouses, children or parents. Perhaps we live alone. Even then, we have loved ones that we see occasionally. When we say bye, we hug or kiss as a formality. Is it habit or is it truly meant? Each moment that we spend with those we love is precious. Each moment we share has the potential to be either the best last memory or the worst. Is that moment treated as such?