I often think "I'll tell Jack about that when he's older."
My father sat down in his chair and died. My neighbour, younger than me, sat down in his van and died. Cancer has tried twice to take those I love and luckily failed. It dawned on me eventually that I might not be here to tell Jack.
So this blog is for Jack in case I'm not here to say it personally. I'll capture those messages, organise them, and hopefully share them when the time comes.
In the meantime, I hope readers can get some enjoyment and even benefit from these thoughts. Enjoy.
See here for more background on this blog.
The trick is, to live your days
as if each one may be your last
(for they go fast, and young men lose their lives
in strange and unimaginable ways)
but at the same time, plan long range
(for they go slow; if you survive
the shattered windshield and the bursting shell
you will arrive
at our approximation here below
of heaven or hell).
© J. Peter Meinke, from Advice to My Son
© Copyright 2006-2008 Two Hills Ltd www.twohills.co.nz. All rights reserved
my father died when i was
my father died when i was 14.. and now i became into some kind of anti-social person hehe..
and... dont know what the hell im doing here :|