I’ve been dreading the day I had to post this. For over two years, the daughter of our friends and former neighbors, the Balis, has been battling cancer: an inoperable tumor that was slowly taking over her skull. Four-year-old Meena passed away Sunday afternoon after battling that tumor two full years longer than doctors had expected. We’re all going to her memorial service this afternoon.

It made me realize just how crazy it is when I complain about the things I complain about. Being ten minutes late to work this morning could’ve set me off. Or the lack of progress in the economy. Or frustration with my job. Or a perceived slight from someone. Or any of a million things that I could bitch about, simply because I wanted to bitch about something.

None of that is important. Not a damn bit of it. All that matters is that we love our life and the people that share our life. Life is far too precious to spend it doing anything else.