When life gut punches you and leaves you broken and devastated.

On Friday my family experienced a devastating loss as my Nephew Michael O'Neil passed from this world.

It was unexpected and is still hard to comprehend.

As we gathered as a family, and shared many tears and stories I pondered my own life.

A bunch of us collectively decided that we would memorialize Mike (Pookie as some of us called him) and go get tattoos.

We each got a tattoo that best represents our love for him and our connection to him.

Some got tattoos for him and his mom (my Sister Angie) who we lost about 2 1/2 years ago.  Some got tattoos for what they enjoyed doing together with him.

We will have a memorial service and say goodbye to this amazing man Saturday, October 13th @ 1pm at the High Horse Saloon at 3953 Montana Avenue.

This is yet another sobering realization that we are all on borrowed time.

Here's what I have been asking myself, where do we fit in the grand scheme of things?

Are we just a puzzle piece in God's gigantic puzzle?

Are we pawns in the that thing called the game of life?

When I was twenty something, I didn't have a care in the world and thought I would live to infinity, now I see the importance of enjoying each day and letting those around you know you care about them, that they are important and that you love them.

As I grow older, I have come to realize that I am looking at my mortality in a much more realistic manner.