Today is my birthday, and although I will not say my age out loud (EVER) I will say I am the age of the people who I always saw as older and “mature”. Rats! Rats that I’m there, and rats that I don’t think I’m as “mature” as I’m supposed to be yet – maybe that’s a good thing though!
This weekend was my mother-in-law’s memorial service, so this morning my thoughts were all over the place. They landed on a dear friend of mine who lost her battle with ovarian cancer three years ago. Perhaps it is a morbid thought for my birthday morning, but the unknown of the future stared back at me in the mirror. I realized that as she woke on this # birthday of hers, she probably had no idea that she would only have 7 more years to live. If she had, would she have lived differently? Would there be places she would visit, things she would do with her daughters? She was my 2nd friend who died at that age from the same disease – is it possible that I may only have 7 years left to live? Or 5 or 2 even? How then will I live? What am I going to do to be sure that I leave behind a strong and meaningful legacy?
Then my final thought,
it’s too early for this – where is my coffee?
On Sept. 15th, I will be participating in my first Mud Run, the Bill Bottino Mud Run for Cancer, and I dedicate my efforts to my dear friend Tish.
