Being Alive

I just read the e-mail my uncle sent me. He wrote that his business partner / friend passed away recently and he felt like he was living in a dream. One day he was there and then the next day he was gone from this world. He said that he's grateful to be alive and manage to enjoy his life with his wife and son.
When I was in Junior High School, one of my classmate died of leukemia. I didn't know him since it was the beginning of the year. During his funeral, I cried so hard. Not because of him, but because I saw how sad and miserable the mother was. It was obvious that the mother couldn't accept the lost of his son. I think he was only 13 or 14. So young, too young to die.
Then there was the death of my classmate's father. I don't know how the father died. Maybe it was a disease. I recall entering her house and seeing the father in the casket. But I didn't cry then. It was sad but I didn't cry.
My grandpa died when I was 8 years old. I didn't know him that much. My granpa was living in another city and my dad and brother were already there by the time my granpa passed away. My mom and I joined them later. I remembered clearly that on the way to airport, my mom cried in the taxi. I didn't really understand why she cried. I didn't cry at all. I think I was too little to understand.
I haven't attended any funeral since. And I think I'm kinda glad that I haven't. I know people will die eventually. I don't know who will outlive who. At the moment I'm just taking it for granted that my family and friends are stil alive. Which is not good at all. I should use this moment to tell them that I love them and spend as much time as I can with them.
But I'm not gonna overdo things just because one day any of us will die. I will enjoy the live I have and try to share it with those I love.