life is so short

I am sitting here at work, doing just usual stuff - filing, paying some bills, etc.
Just thinking in my head how much stuff I have to do at home (nothing new right?!?) enjoying my coffee, it's a little cold, so I just walked over to the microwave to heat it up. As you know, I do bookeeping for a funeral home - so sometimes things are a little different here then they would be in a "normal" office environment. But as a I walk to heat up my coffee, I have to walk by what they call the "prep. room" here at the funeral home. Usually the door is closed completely (everyone here knows that I am not the usual funeral home employee, so they take a little more care to keep things concealed for me!) - but this time, it's ever so slightly open a crack. Of course, how can you just walk by and not notice? So I glanced in as I walked back - not even thinking, and there is someone lying on one of the cots, covered in a sheet of course. The door really was only open a small crack, so I really only saw their feet with a sheet on top. But I couldn't help but just sit here and think about it...
That person lying in there - man or woman, I don't know. But I do know that someone in this world loved him or her. Someone is grieving right now about this loss of life - or celebrating their new life for them. Someone held them close, someone let them go. Did they enjoy life? I hope so...
It's hard not to sit here and think about it. How short life is.