Life... Or something like it

It's lunchtime. That's a big thing considering I don't often take lunches at work. So I'll take one today. I started reading a blog entry by Bronnie Ware. See it here: http://theburiedlife.tumblr.com/post/27501710757/top-5-regrets-from-dying-people It's a very poignant and thought provoking entry. At least to me it is. When I first started at Lockheed Martin, I was bright eyed, throw at me whatever you got. Yeah, I was single but I had a sense of immortality. But I think now it was a false sense. Now married to a wonderful woman and have the most awesome minion, I mean, daughter... This is true immortality... To pass on your essence, and know you're not the end of the line. But it's this very immortality that reminds me of my own mortality. Mary told me today that between now until Emma turns 18, there are 960 Saturdays left. Knowing that she will reach an age where Mommy and Daddy won't be her only world, that 960 soon becomes smaller. If there's a definite thing I learned in Dr. DeCuna's Pathology class (I'll share more of that later), it's that numbers suck. The blog post from Bronnie is a good reminder. Cherish life. I may choke on this chocolate frosty for all I know... And I may have a few regrets, but the joys my family and friends have given me far outweigh that. I've often told myself before that the more we live, the more we die. The numbers of our year of birth to that year of death, as I've heard at funerals, it's the dash that matters the most. We just need reminders now and then. So as Seal's song title, changed to fit my need, says, here's my prayer for us, the living. May your life be with few to no regrets. Enjoy what you have. If you believe in Heaven, and strive to get there, make a Heaven on Earth while you're at it.