FOR EACH THERE IS A TIME

For each there is a time. It was what I was telling a neighbor friend whose mother died while she was attending to an ill father. We thought it was the father who will die ahead but it turned out an earlier death for the mother instead. You can never predict life. She is so remorseful that she was not able to attend to her mother in the her last hours because she was so busy attending to her ill father. Breaking the news to her father about the sudden death of her mother was a tough task, too but with the help of her cousins, she made it. Good thing that her father is slowly recovering now. Her parents had just their 50 years wedding anniversary a few months back. For each there is a time. It was time for her mother to go.