At my grandma’s funeral, some letters were read. Letters that her children and grandchildren wrote. In my brother’s letter, he included a scripture in which the term vapor was used to describe the brevity of life.
Each day I realize the truth of that statement.
Life is a vapor.
It is over in a flash.
And I see it the most when I look at my precious daughter.
Time has already cheated me. It has already won. And it will continue to be the victor.
I can’t beat it. I can’t hold it. I can’t stop it.
I can only enjoy it. Release myself and ride the wave of time.
Hold my daughter. Love my “people”. Spread the good Word.
Use my time wisely.
Before it is a gone.
Like a vapor.