She was there and I planned on going to see her yesterday, but then I decided it would be tomorrow. Tomorrow is now here and it is called today. And now she is no more. It is strange how this death thing works. Some people hang on and linger and put it off and wait for another day. Just one more day. Just another hour, or another year or another anniversary. Or not. I do not know which is better, but I think she did it just right.
Many times in my hospice days I had set by a persons bedside for hours, or weeks or months, waiting for the Angel of Death. And when it happened, after what ever period of time, and even then we were not ready. It was too soon. The family needed just one more day. One more hour. One more minute. But that was not to be.
What did I learn from my hospice training? I learned not to put it off until tomorrow. Tomorrow may be too late. 5 minutes from now may be too late. And yet I still procrastinate. I have projects in various stages of having been abandoned for something I found more intriguing. Another brass ring in this thing called life. And it is called life for a reason. It is meant to be lived. It is meant to be lived now and in this moment, because there is no tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes.
A friend just called and invited me to lunch and since I have not seen her in a while, I am dropping every thing and going. This may very well be a tomorrow that came and I did not see it.
Many times in my hospice days I had set by a persons bedside for hours, or weeks or months, waiting for the Angel of Death. And when it happened, after what ever period of time, and even then we were not ready. It was too soon. The family needed just one more day. One more hour. One more minute. But that was not to be.
What did I learn from my hospice training? I learned not to put it off until tomorrow. Tomorrow may be too late. 5 minutes from now may be too late. And yet I still procrastinate. I have projects in various stages of having been abandoned for something I found more intriguing. Another brass ring in this thing called life. And it is called life for a reason. It is meant to be lived. It is meant to be lived now and in this moment, because there is no tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes.
A friend just called and invited me to lunch and since I have not seen her in a while, I am dropping every thing and going. This may very well be a tomorrow that came and I did not see it.
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