Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I went on a walk with a friend who lost her wife six months ago, suddenly.  And she has been traveling the last month back and forth to her her son who "died" and was resurrected by amazing doctors and is now hoping to be released from the hospital in a week or so.  She's going to travel back and forth for only several days from now on.  He's single, with no relatives nearby, so she feels she needs to check in on him from time to time.  She said her friends were dropping like flies.   She's eight years older than I, but I assured her I'm also disturbed by our vulnerability at this age.  I told her about going to the drugstore and buying loads of Get Well, Sympathy, and Pet Sympathy cards.  I said mostly it was Get Well, as many friends are having surgery as our knees and hips and backs give out.  But I've had losses as well, and perhaps will never fully get over my younger brother's death.  How do we go on, knowing what's to come?  Knowing our turn is soon?  The answer for me is treasuring each minute on this earth, as she and I did yesterday, stopping to admire the dogwood trees and bearded irises and bird of paradise plants on our walk.  I told her I was trying not to sit much, as it was so bad for my body, and was cultivating ADD a bit, jumping up every few minutes with little tasks.  My body otherwise wants to fold into it's resting spot, and give up the struggle.  But I'm not done yet, though I could be tomorrow.  But like a hummingbird, I wish to take in the nectar and beauty of this world while I'm able.