Happy Fall!
Waking up is always an experience at this age. First, you are thankful that you did, then you fix the coffee, and then, you sit, cup in hand, and take a type of inventory, you see what all is functioning, what aches, what hurts, what is working and what is not. With each sip of coffee, some of the ailments slip away, and then, when you finish the first one, you are able to walk to the kitchen for the second cup, things are looking up.
This was not a good morning for me. I did the coffee, got a cup, sat, a little chest pressure, some "funny" feelings, maybe this is the day. Now a little later, the stomach pill seems to be working, the coffee has done its job, may make it through the day. Just another day after you turn 80.
I did have an epiphany though ... when the inevitable does happen, no funeral home, no funeral, immediate cremation ... no flowers, no funeral home, but ALL who are aware of my demise have to do this in lieu of all the other rituals. At least, once, go to a church of their choice .... but, more importantly, each night, for one week, reverently kneel by their beds, and pray, thanking HIM for allowing me to live so long, for looking out for the, and then, asking HIM, to enter their lives, if he is not already there. Every night, for seven days.
I want everyone who reads this, to forward it to at least five on their list, in hopes of getting many on their knees, for seven days, asking HIM to enter their lives.
That would be a tremendous legacy to leave the world.
The really good news, I don't think this is the day .................
