Dakota
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Imagine a line across a 50 foot wall depicting the beginning of time and the end of time… somewhere on that line is the year of your birth and the year of your death. Since the line is only 50 foot long, I’d imagine our birth year and death year would be on top of each other. When you think of it like that, we only have a tiny fragment of time to exist. One day we will all die, it is something we don’t like to necessarily talk about but we will. Many of us will not know the time or place. We may not know in advance what it will be that causes our death but we do know that it will happen to us one day. It will happen to all of us.
Every time I'm faced with a death or a tragedy, I am reminded of how fragile our world around us is and how tomorrow is not a guarantee. We hope for a tomorrow but in reality, it is never promised. I’m one who likes to know what happened and will ask. When I hear it was cancer, I remind myself how important screening is and may schedule that overdue appointment. When I hear it was an accident, I remind myself to be more attentive on the road. If I hear they went to bed and didn’t wake up because of a sudden heart attack, well, I might look up those signs that are often ignored.
I agree with Vrai. If Wendy was alive and could post, she'd tell you all about it... even the details of her own autopsy... because that is how she was.
It is just how open she was but her family isn't that open. But if she was here, she'd be more than willing to tell you what the 13th leading cause of death is in the United States, and the #1 cause of deaths in intensive care units, today. This forum and the people in it meant a great deal to her and she did consider many her family.
So... live each day to the fullest. You never know when it may be your last.
Every time I'm faced with a death or a tragedy, I am reminded of how fragile our world around us is and how tomorrow is not a guarantee. We hope for a tomorrow but in reality, it is never promised. I’m one who likes to know what happened and will ask. When I hear it was cancer, I remind myself how important screening is and may schedule that overdue appointment. When I hear it was an accident, I remind myself to be more attentive on the road. If I hear they went to bed and didn’t wake up because of a sudden heart attack, well, I might look up those signs that are often ignored.
I agree with Vrai. If Wendy was alive and could post, she'd tell you all about it... even the details of her own autopsy... because that is how she was.
It is just how open she was but her family isn't that open. But if she was here, she'd be more than willing to tell you what the 13th leading cause of death is in the United States, and the #1 cause of deaths in intensive care units, today. This forum and the people in it meant a great deal to her and she did consider many her family. So... live each day to the fullest. You never know when it may be your last.
I'm not asking again.
