Not quite what I had in mind

April 29th….44 years ago today my Mom and Dad went fishing at a creek near our little house in Tennessee. My brother Gary had fought to stay home from school because it was a warm spring day and well…he didn’t want to go to school. He was only 9 years old at the time; who could blame him.

The fishing story goes something like this: Mom and Dad are at the creek. Dad begins to bait his fishing pole when my Mom slipped on a rock and fell in the creek. Dad freaks out, looses his fishing pole, takes Mom to hospital and an hour later I was born. Not quite what Dad had in mind when he got up that morning.

How many days turn out to be “not quite what we had in mind” when we woke up?  I don’t think anyone wakes up planning to have a bad day. People don’t wake up planning on dying in a car crash on the way to work…but some people do. I think of all those people Sept. 11th 2001. What was on their minds when they woke up that morning?

Five years ago today my Mom didn’t plan on that day being her last day on earth, but it was. Any of you who have lost a parent or a close loved one knows the pain of that loss, but when it comes on your birthday…… I guess what I am trying to say is that we don’t plan on this day being our last, but what if it was?

What if we did live like we were dieing?