I just received news that the husband of an old family
friend passed away. In my small hometown, word gets around quickly, so I was
even more surprised because I didn’t even know he was sick. It happened that
fast.
Three weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. Cancer doesn’t
discriminate.
Where was I on April 5th? Where am I now? Where
will I be on May 17th?
This is the type of event that prompts me to ask these types
of questions. It jolts me just enough to let go of some of the things that I’ve
been holding on to. And, while I’ll most likely carry on as usual after a few
days, it doesn’t hurt to think about whether or not I am living life to the
fullest.
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