I have a lot of words swirling around in my head and hopefully I can make all of it make some kind of sense. And I don't mean for this to be depressing and I hope it doesn't come out that way. And it's not meant to drill anything religious down you. We all know right from wrong and have our own opinions of the hereafter. It's just something to get us thinking.
Every one's days are numbered. Every one of us has a terminal illness. It's called life. Although we want to believe that death only happens to other people. Things happens sometimes and makes us realize that our life is at stake.
Ask yourself how you want to live.
What would you do with your time if you found out that your days were numbered. Because they are. We just don't know what the number is.
No nothing directly has happened in my life this week. My kids step-mom's sister-in-law thirty-five years old passed away Sunday morning very unexpectedly. She had two sons, eight and ten years old. It's hard to fathom what those two boys are facing.
A little over a year ago I lost my brother unexpectedly to any of us. And what I remember most about his funeral is that several people coming up to me and commenting how strong a person my Mom is. How she held it all together while standing by the grave of her youngest child. I don't think I could do it.
Then last November we lost a lady in our church that was like a second Mom to everyone. She had the most courage I have ever seen in one person. Even though she knew she was dying of lung cancer. She never stopped giving and loving. She never gave up on life. And that's the way it should be.
I come across blogs by reading a blog being followed by someone I'm following and then one that their following, etc.
Here is one I found this morning http://half12.blogspot.com/ and I can't imagine the courage these people have found to tell about the lost of a family member. I will list the rest of the ones that have found a place in my heart at the bottom of this blog.
And I'm sure there are plenty of others.
But as in an email I received this morning:
"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have to laugh and find humor every day.
""You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"
"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability.
The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.
""Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."
And it ended with the words to "The Rose" In which some of y'all are probably too young to remember.
Here are some of them because it's pretty long............
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyin' that never learns to live
So why wait? Why not cherish every crooked stitch of your life before another moment passes? As I told my son on Valentine's Day, we should tell the people we love, that we love them everyday, not just one day out of the year.
One last link because this has already become a long post http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EMailMinistry/message/1287
A Thousand Marbles
So with all that said I'm going to go spend time doing what women do best. Shopping and if I get wet by the rain so be it. And if I see something I like and can buy for my granddaughter that will be here any day now. I'm not going to worry if Megan will like it or not. Silly but, No worries, Be Happy!!!!!
Make the best of your life because it's the only one we have.