Wednesday was one week since foot surgery. It was such a lovely day. I took a lengthy drive on the back roads to enjoy the autumn colors. Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the crisp smell of the air, the changing colors, and my Christmas club check.
In the afternoon I took an older gentleman dinner. I was accompanied by my dogs, whom I refer to as the girls . He loved their visit and the food as well. Earlier that morning he was told he has a terminal illness and he asked me how long do you think I will live? I said no one knows for sure except God.
My thoughts going home were about him and the beautiful ride I had earlier. I am glad I witnessed death at an early age. I told myself I will always try to stay in the moment and do all the things I feel like doing and speak my mind when I please.
Why do so many of us wait until the end to worry about the length of time we have on this earth when we all know our time is limited and we will all die at some point? What stops us from telling those we love how we feel about them? Why do so many say "when I retire..." or "maybe tomorrow," or "I can do it later?"
We are only guaranteed this moment. Don't live a life of regret.
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