I am planning my 55th reunion for next year — 2020. A class of 180, we lost 41 classmates. So it got me thinking. “Live it as if it was the last day of your life — because it might be.” My mother lived to be 93 and my father was 89 1/2 years old, so I have a few years to go (?).
There is a chance I could get hit by a car or die in a plane crash or my triglycerides could cause a stroke.
So do not fret the small things, like when you are to have company over and the carpet is staained, or sitting on the lawn with the kids and getting grass stains on your slacks.
Give another shot at life. Seize the moment. Do not put things off.
You may remember 9/11 when a million daffodils were sent to New York from the people in Europe who wanted to express their sadness. So wake up and smell the daffodils. Do it now. Never turn down the chance to see something beautiful. Do something you have never done before. Use your best china, even if company is not coming, and eat dessert first. Enjoy every minute of this precious life we have been given even though it is not easy sometimes.
Gloria J. Birchell