It is early Tuesday morning. Daylight has not broken the sky but I know it is close behind the grey clouds. I had a wonderful surprise yesterday. I had already wrote the rough draft for today's Blog but I will write about it tomorrow. A small hint, its about a chair. I am still doing a happy dance around the house.
I suppose the title today may be a little strange sounding. But the man next door to us died this morning at around six-thirty am. I awoke to see the flashing red lights silhouetted against the dark morning sky. Both ambulance and firetruck sitting out on the street in front of our house. I looked out the front door and knew the man must be sick again. He had breathing problems. They have only lived there a short while but he has made several trips to the hospital. I thought he must be up in his seventies. I learned this morning he was only in his fifties. Death is not a respecter of age. Nor a respecter of persons.
I have thought about it since I learned of his passing. I had seen him Saturday as he made his way to the car for his daily trip to the bar. He was on a walker.I wondered if he had known this would be his last weekend would he have chosen to to go sit in a dimly lit bar for the day. Where smoke and liquor clouded his view. Or would he have chosen to sit out in the front yard and let the breezes whirl about him and watch his grandchildren play. Probably not. He probably would have chosen just to finish his life the way I suspect he had lived it for so long. Wasted years.
His ten year old grandson came to our door about eight, tears in his eyes he told me his Grandpa had died. I hugged him, told him I was sorry. In a ten year old fashion he told me that at the hospital on Sunday they had given his Grandpa a breathing treatment and sent him home. They said he was drunk. Too many bottles of Jim Beam in a short time period, I think.. Dallas, bless his ten year old heart, did not realize he was Letting out the family secrets. I am sure he had only seen his Grandpa this way and thought it was normal behavior. But Dallas's grieve was real and heartfelt. He loved this man and now he was gone..
It makes me realize how important it is to live each day to the very fullest. For we never know when it could be our last. That is why it is so useless spending our time being mad, spiteful or whatever. What if these are the very last acts we ever do. I wonder now if when I looked out the window at 5:30 if I had looked closer would I have seen a dark shadowy figure waiting there under the trees. This mans name written on a crumpled piece of paper, that the figure clutched in his hand. The death angel on his mission. I am sorry for the man and his family. I must say I am glad the Angel did not come to my house. That may sound selfish but it is the truth. My prayer is to make each day a memory I will not mind leaving behind. I must say I have left some I would give much to bring back and change. As I have said before here, there is no do overs.
May Wayne Rest in Peace. May God have mercy on his soul. And for today would you please for me take the time to look around and enjoy the beautiful weather and the people you share your life With. Remember we all are only one heartbeat away from eternity. So with these cheery words I will leave you. For today I am outta here.
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