expiration date

 

Let's face it - every single one of us have only an allotted span of days and tomorrow is promised to no one.  Sometimes we talk about it.  Sometimes we look at the lives of our departed relatives and ponder if we will pass their number of years.  

When I was a kid, I declared that I would live to be 100 because I wanted to see a century of change.  Later I added that only the good die young, so that is more likely, but in my family, no woman has lived past 85.  Statistically my chances are not good as I am not in as good a health as I should be.  When I go to the doctors, the general consensus is that I am old, fat, and out of shape, but I don't seem to be doing well with the various resolutions I have made to correct the two that are within the sphere of my influence and I am not quite sure why.

On a Friday the 13th in June, Tommy and the Tribe were told that he had no more than 90 days left.   We made so many plans for his comfort in the hospice, surrounding him with family.  I was going to spend a lot of time in Nashville, working from his room.  He was going to get his legal affairs in order.  

But Tommy was only given thirteen more days and he didn't make it to his 52nd birthday.

Today, Thursday September 11th, those 90 days are up.

Yes, it was a blessing that he went quickly as he was in pain and just so very tired after the 3 1/2 battle against the cancer.  We all are trying to be grateful that he is at peace now

But oh how I wish he would've had 18 more days so we could've celebrated one more birthday

But oh how I wish we could've had those 77 more days to be together.