What Makes Us Human

What makes us human? The deep passions we feel for love, or hate? Or is it more, when we love, we set conditions? Or how about when one of our loved ones start to pass away, we want to do everything we can to make it so they don't go, we can't accept our family member or friend might leave of us forever. Because if we accept that they are going to die, then it means we have given up on them, and the life they still could have. Even Christians do it to other Christians, they know they will see them again, but still they can't let their loved one go, because it is too hard to say goodbye, i love you always, and i will miss you something fierce, but go be with God because He is calling you home.
Why is it so hard for some to say? And others it is a simple for them to say?

5am Wake Up Call!

"Randy, Randy, one of the Birds got out! Catch the dogs, Put them in there Bed!" screams the hystrical woman.
20 minutes later
"No, Moosa! NO, Moosa! MOOSA, NO!!!!" sobs the man almost in tears.
In walks the girl, half blinded from sleep and she doesn't have her glasses on, she sees the Bird flutter away behind the mechine, she takes two to four step picks up the Bird and wonders if it is ok, the next thing the man takes the bird gives her to the woman, and the girl goes back to bed.

So that was my morning the other day, The dumb cat(Moosa) got the stupid bird, the crazy dogs were in there bed, and mom and randy were in hystearics, me well I got woken up 30mins early not happy. But in the end we were all ok, except the bird, she died that night.
Very sad.