Yesterday I attended the funeral of my friend’s mother. An elderly lady, she had been ill for some time and as my friend said, it was time for her to go. The sound of the cantor’s singing was moving and reassuring even though I had no idea of what the words meant. Funerals are a time of reflection, a time to re-evaluate what is really important in life. Although we deny it, we will all die, and no matter when it happens we will leave words unsaid, tasks unfinished and dreams unfulfilled. So, yet again, I resolved to live in the present, hold loved ones close and pursue my dreams - all I have is this life.