My Brother died unexpectedly.
  He was an every morning runner of 3 miles, with his 45 min. yoga and breathing exercise.   He was the 
healthiest one of my 
immediate family.   One day he did his morning run and was taking too long of a shower so his wife checked on his and found him dead in the shower.
   The 
initial shock still has not set in.   Now I am the soul 
survivor.  I'm sure glad that I wake up to beautiful flowers and feed all beautiful birds and my good coffee.  
   I have a conversation with my dead relatives and my brother  Mark is the latest spiritual conversation.  I remember the vacation in Spain, the picking of nettles, the vacation in Paris, Switzerland, and France.   We were military  brats.
   I should have been the first to die with the alcohol, drugs, fast sports cars, and  fast life that I made for myself.   I should have been the first to have died but God has something else in mind for me.   Life is a roller coaster