Usually by the time you find out you’re dying there’s no time to complete your bucket list.

Hopefully by the time you are dying you almost welcome it, because you’re tired, or you’ve been sick so long it’s almost a relief.

If you’re of the few who have the supreme misfortune of being in your right mind in a semi decent state of health beyond the disease that is killing you quick, all you can think of are the normal plans you had: spending time with your grandkids, where you were gonna plant what in the garden this year, and what car shows you planned to attend with your recently acquired dream machine. But you can’t even do the simple things, let alone the amazing fun things because you’re too damn sick to move. No Alaskan cruise, no trip to Greece, no skydiving. No more trips to your favorite restaurant and no last chance to see your favorite band perform one last time.

I would like to write more but my tears will not allow it.

While it would be a blessing to have the few days or weeks left with your family and friends… and to know, to be able to prepare and say your goodbyes…it is still a hardship filled with heartbreak.

Death touches us all eventually. Please don’t shield your children from it, it is a normal part of life and maybe it won’t hurt so intensely if they learn about it early on.

Don’t wait to travel. Don’t wait to remodel. Don’t worry about the cost you’ll pay in interest because by the time you’re able to afford the better life you might be almost gone and unable to enjoy it.

I’m not dying but a friend is. A very BEST friend of one of the dearest people in my life. It will touch us all and I don’t know who’s the most scared.

I feel like all I write about lately is death but it’s winter, the season for it, I suppose. It doesn’t make it any easier to cope.

Please lift the Thomas family up in prayer. And my family too. Miracles happen every day.