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My Obsession [link]
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He said I was in my early 40's,
With a lot of life before me,
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
I spent most of the next days, lookin' at the x-rays,
Talkin' 'bout the options and talkin' 'bout sweet time.
Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,

I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin' fishing,
Wasn't such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do
If I could do it all again.
And then.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with with it, what would I do with it.

Sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'.
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.
To live like you were dyin'.



Don't take even the simplest, everyday things you can do for granted.


This is a hard journal to write and I wish it were a happier one. Unfortunately I got bad news about a family member when I got home.
My cousin's wife is ill. She is 44 years old, and has amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, more commonly known as Lou Gehrig's Disease. [link] Her mother died from it at age 39. She's been given 1-5 years left, and has had to use a walker for the past 6 months. There's no cure. All that can be done is to make her comfortable. She has a 19 or 20 year old son, and two girls both under 10.
Please keep her and her family in your prayers and thoughts.

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Rest In Peace Pudy
My Cat, My Friend
June 28th 1988-March 17th 2007
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