So often we take time for granted. We put off seeing people, spending quality time with them or just picking up the phone and calling to ask how they are.
I know most of you are much older than I, so perhaps you've already been through the loss of parents.
I have had good men die next to me, in my arms and I have always made time to honor them in my way. Those wounds heal with time.
Knowing you're going to lose both parents and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it but comfort them and wait is true misery.
Both always pillars of their community. Always selfless in their endeavor.
My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer in June. It was over-looked by the family physician. It has masticated into his colon, stomach, kidneys, liver and pancreas.
My mother fell in July and just never seemed the same post the fall mentally. Never easy growing up with a mother that is a Psychologist. You don't get away with anything.....
On the assumption that she was dealing with a concussion they ordered an MRI of her brain. It turns out that she has brain cancer and it's inoperable.
I know this may make some happy here but my presence will be scarce.
I am not asking for pity. Just make sure those you care about are not taken for granted. Time is one thing we can't can't control. It is promised to no one.
-Keith
“The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power. To tell just when the hands will stop. At late or early hour."