In her account, she said that she never wakes up with the "This is a good day to die" thought in her head. Good sound advice. I think my thoughts every day turn to what the heck can I do worthwhile and fun today? There might be some days that at the end I find I goofed off more than I wanted and just accomplished the passing of another day. But in the end, they are mostly my days and I am the source for my happiness so what the hell?
I will fully admit that If my life was to end today, I would want people to smile and say that "Dennis, he was a hoot!" I have lived as full a life to date as I think anyone would want. I have seen the world, Married a wonderful woman, survived a year in combat, had a son, had a great career, been recognized with lots of awards and Decorations and met hundreds of people that make me smile. I don't want to die today because I don't feel like I have fulfilled my desire to slide into my grave all worn out, broke and be there a hour before the Devil knows I'm dead. There is a lot more I am going to do, miles I plan to drive and bike paths that I will cover. But in the event it ends, tell a Denny joke not shed tears.
Don't think of this blog as a morbid thing, think of it as a statement of celebration from an old fart that has "Been there, going to do that," if I have a chance.
|MUD and Harvey in Bentonville at the American Art Museum overlook|