My head is reeling with bad news and today all I want to say is:
Make Every Moment Count
There are no guarantees in life. None of us knows how long we may have to wander this globe, to do some good (hopefully), to share some laughter and shed a few tears, and to love those who are special to us. Don’t count too much on what you’ll do 5 years from now, or 10 years from now, or when you retire. Too many people I knew never made it to retirement. Make every moment count.
And even if you do make it to that magical time you’re looking forward to — there’s nothing to say you’ll be able bodied, or have sufficient resources to do those things you’ve been dreaming about. Make every moment count.
The phone rang a day ago to tell us that someone near and dear to us is in hospice care. They aren’t much different in age than our daughter (a few years) and we’re told they have end stage liver failure and aren’t expected to survive. Peg & I are devastated. You don’t expect phone calls like that about people half one’s own age.
We have been fortunate in that we haven’t had stupid friends: not the kind who drive drunk, or who argue with cops in the middle of the night, or mess with drugs, or drug pushers, or other users. I’ve always been pretty plain about the fact that we aren’t those people and we don’t tolerate those people in our lives.
But being fortunate doesn’t mean we’ve been untouched by tragedy; nor does it mean that our hearts don’t ache for those closer to the situation. If I could I’d share more details — because sometimes it’s the details that prevent others from following the same course — but that’s not my place. All I can say is, Make Every Moment Count.
Thanks for stopping by, I’m sorry I’m not chipper and perky this morning, maybe tomorrow I’ll be back in form.