This week a friend's husband passed away. He was hit by an SUV while going to work 3 weeks ago and had been in a coma. He leaves three boys, and one on the way. Needless to say, I've been absent from the blog-o-sphere this week, I haven't been creating anything to share, haven't felt peppy. The funeral is today. I've been reflecting on how we don't have any guarantees, how life is fleeting and precious. How we need to live with no regrets. How we need to make a mark on the world and express love. How we need to enjoy the journey. That's all so trite, but at times like this it's what comes to you as truth.