One of the hard truths of life is that we never know when our number will be up. If we are lucky, we will live to see old age. But not all of us are so lucky.
I’m not a huge sports fan. The extend of my sports watching is going a Brooklyn Cyclones game every summer. But I respect hard work, talent, drive and the knowledge that one has to work for what you want from life.
Kobe Bryant was only 41. His daughter was only 13. Their loss, simply on the human level, is palpable and heartbreaking. My heart goes out to his wife, his surviving children, those who knew him best and the millions of basketball fans around the world.
And on Yom Kippur it is sealed./How many shall pass away and how many shall be born,/Who shall live and who shall die,
We never know when the final chapter in the book of life will be written. We can only live to the fullest and give thanks for our blessings.
May the memories of Bryant, his daughter, and everyone who perished this morning forever be a blessing. Z”l.