Ok, so we are on the subject of mortality. That's a good one, and something I think about often, though not in frightened way.
I've been "fortunate" enough to have been involved it things that will wake you up real quick to just how fragile life can be. One minute your a bunch of bad assed MF'ers that can't be touched, and the next your trying to keep your buddy from bleeding out even though it's obviously a lost cause. Damn, we were supposed to play cards that night.
I will say that I've been pretty far separated from every families members death. The Army seen to it that for most of them I was at least 700 miles away, and in Grandpa Allen's case I was on another continent. As mom says, "they won't know your not here." Well said. I did go to a bunch of funeral's a couple years ago. The one that saddened me the most of Brother Jack Fryer, the pastor of the church that we lived beside. The main thing that got me at that one was his poor fragile wife Joyce standing there and my knowing there was a bunch of useless vulture kids waiting to pick his bones. Of course my buddy Rooster didn't have a funeral, he just had his son come pick up his ashes, which now sit on a window sill in Phenix City, Alabama. I can actually see him when I drive by the house.
Dad has always warned me that time picks up speed the older you get. I'm getting to an age that I'm starting to notice exactly what he's talking about. Because of that, I will err to the side of fun rather than work if we come up with a weekend getaway or adventure to tend too. Whatever needs done will surely be waiting on me when I get back, right?
I spent most of last Sunday on a motorcycle ride with son-in-law Tim. A more glorious day has never been wasted so thoroughly. Here is the catch though...while enjoying life we both temped fate on several occasions. For one 20 mile stretch I'd say the average speed was pushing 120. And of course there was the last leg home where we both topped 150. All it would take is a flat or a dog in the road to ruin that ride rather permanently.
Oh well.
No one here get's out alive.
3 comments:
Those are wise words, and I'll keep them in mind while I'm zipping through the sky on a giant hunk of metal 30,000 ft above terra firma. LOL Actually, I feel much the same, but I don't like when Mom and Dad talk about it. Call me crazy. No really, everyone else does.
You topped 150? Good grief!
I have seen many deaths, nothing like the ones u have I am sure, but I learned a long time ago (after losing my brother when he was 31 to the same illness that I have) that life is given to each us to be enjoyed, tasted, savoured, and felt 100%! Of course, my comments here could be made into a blog which I will prob start on soon...but kudos to you! Go at life 150MPH...it is all that we have got. I have wasted several of the limited years that I have been given and I dont mean wasted like u would waste money...I mean wasted by whining about something, or thinking I "can't do that" or "I dont have what it takes". I don't plan on wasting any more!
Peace out!
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