So today I went to a memorial service for one of my co-workers who was killed in a car accident. I had not known him long enough to count him as one of my friends, but in many ways he was like some of the men that I am proud to call my friends, including my own husband. He was born in 1975, calm, confident, brillant, a lover of learning, who worked and played hard; one of the first conversations that I had with Jason was about WOW (an online computer game), in fact most of the conversations that we had were about World of Warcraft, he was a self confessed addict of the game. He and his wife (who I also work with) have a 2 and 4 year old. After the service I went to my midwife appointment and listened to the heartbeat of my unborn child. Two extremes, and yet are they really? Jason could have been me, he could have been Lowell; just starting to get a handle on the life plan. I must confess that my thoughts rarely dwell on the eternal and how long we have here on earth. Have I used my time wisely? In case my life is short what things do I value that I want my child to value and how do I teach my child these things.