About a month ago i was on my way home from work. There was traffic
backed up on the usually empty street. when I got closer
I could see someone lying in the street, I when a little further
and it was obvious that he was dead, his bike broke in half and the
people in the pickup in a panic.

Death comes when you least expect, and one day it will come for me, and
for you....and when it does, will you have anything left
to give?

Have you done right by your kids, family, friends, and your fellow men
and women?

I decided that on that day to make changes in my life, does anyone else
feel the same.

When my best female friend was killed in an accident a few years ago; I
found myself wishing I had been there more and said more before that
unfortunate incident. I took her kids and kept them safe from their
abusive father who was trying to bully me into giving them to him. I
didn't. I kept them until her sister came in from Colorado and got them.
I did this with the child protective services and police departments
blessings.

She had made me promise a few years earlier if something ever happened
to her that I would take care of them. I did.

A few years later I lost my husband. When that happened I promised
myself and God that I would always be kind as possible and say the right
things and love evryone to the best of my ability. To try and remember
to say the things that matter to all of us. Let people know what they
mean to me and to always the a friend.

I later lost another husband. I still had regrets, but am mostly
satisfied that he knew me and how I felt.

Kat

Wow, Pepper. Way to make us think.

I sure hope everyone that I love knows them and will live on with the
knowledge of my love if I am gone.

A million more things to say on the subject. But, it is time to feed
the little one.

My grandfather had leukemia my whole life. From as early as I can
remember, there were spurts growing up, when we'd go whipping up to
Buffalo because "grandpa was dying". He'd get another transfusion and
come back home. When I was in the 6th grade, my grandfather really was
dying. It was his wish to literally say goodbye to all his family
before he died. Basically, he had a living wake. All his kids, except
the oldest who didn't make it home in time were around him and one by
one all the grandkids came in sat down by him on the bed and told him
goodbye. It came to be my turn and I plopped down next to him and he
said, "I'm dyin' honey". I said, "Okay, see ya later". He said, "No
you don't understand, I'm really dying". Me: "No YOU don't understand,
I WILL see you later". I didn't analyze my reasoning, it was just
something I knew. Death to me isn't an ending. It is the continuation
of the Great Adventure in another form.

Oooo, Nice pic, Kat!

It is cool, isn't it? You can borrow it. I have more on my photo album.
Kat

The other day I went to give back the power screwdriver that my youngest
brother left here for me to fix a bedroom window. I was in a haste to
get it back to him. When going to see my mom where he lives the first
thing my mom noticed was my shirt was inside outwards and the thing my
brother noticed was that I had forgotten the case the screwdriver came
in. As I was leaving I talked to one of my sisters that I have always
been able to talk to since we see a lot of things in common. It was nice
because we can accept each other without looking for faults in each
other. Acceptance is a big part of my life. It wasn't easy but I
accepted my wife's death. I accepted the two divorces before that and
have made amends. I have accepted the death of the girlfriend I had
after my wife died. I have accepted the woman who when I packed
everything in a car and drove across two states just to be with her to
be told that her son would help me pack up my stuff so I could leave and
just go back home. Today I accept my solitude because if life hasn't
taught me anything else it is not to become between family or family
members. I have a little family that consists of me and two little dogs.
While working at the nursing home I understand that death comes to us
all. God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I can not
change; The courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know
the difference.

geeeeeeeeeeez I CANT TAKE THESE SAD STORIES!!!!!



OK YOU CAN BUY ME A DRINK NOW

You got it, Gyps!!

If you live life worried about death how then will you live life?

Sure tell people every day how you feel but do it because you truly feel
this way not because you think you might be taking that long dirt nap
some time soon. Death is inevitable, its coming for every damn one of
us..why waste the time you do have worrying about...live life now today
this moment..don't wait for death to come. Tell people you love them
because you really do, not because you're dying.

I agree with Poet

I don't waste my time worrying about dying. It was death of those dear
to me and my own almost demise that woke me up to live my life right,
and give those around me the respect and love that we all deserve.
Kat

Which you do very well Kat my friend

What an interesting topic Pepper..

And so very true...some are aware of their limited time to tread upon
this earth...some are given a timeframe to work within, others are
caught by surprise, and in the blink of an eye is gone.


Some of us are fortunate enough to heed the wake up call...to no longer
be 'sleepwalkers' wandering around in a dream, taking life for granted,
and all that are in it.


Priorities....it's interesting how much they shift, when faced with
one's own mortality, and how much one can achieve, when everday is lived
to it's fullest.

hugs.

Basically you can't do more than to live your life the best you can. Don't pretend to be something you are not, not express feelings you don't have. Just be yourself.

Yeah, but its not that simple.