One day at a time

I am ready to paint the last of the doors/trim in the bedroom upstairs but at this moment it seems so unimportant.  Early this morning a friend, Don, died.  We didn't lose him, he did not pass away, he died and I am sure is in heaven as I write.  All his health problems are behind him, he is renewing friends at this time and I am happy for him--for family and friends here it is a sad sad time. 
I received a phone call with the news this morning.  I knew he was near death yet I guess one is never ready for news like that.  Don turned 65 in April so by today's standards he was not very old.  Just a month ago Terry's sister in law died at the age of 65.  I know I could not count on both hands the people I have known in the last 5 years who died in their early to mid 60's.  So the redo of the bedroom is important but really it is not.  The upcoming camping trip is important but really it is not.  The THINGS in my life like motorcycles, rifles, woodworking, photos and the list goes on---are important but really are NOT. 
When Gail died it did not take so very long for me to realize that life goes on for the living, it does not stop for anything or anybody and when the sun sets the only thing that is certain is it will be dark for a time but the sun will rise again.  It also became so very clear that family is so important in times of death.  They need to be close, they need to be supportive and their love covers much but in the end when a spouse dies one needs to seek God "one on one' in a special way so that life continues in a good way.  For me, today on July 25, 2013 life is full, life is good and life seems to have much to offer.  Lord, may you ever be present in my life.
No, perhaps I have said what I wanted so maybe wetting the paint brush and painting the walls is in order.