[Le gra go deo]

Not much for introductions but this is my first post, always been intrigued with the mind and ways mine has tried to figure itself out. Today, after I left work I went to a viewing, i'm 37 and my two older brothers share a different father then I, there father passed this past Saturday from a massive heart attack. I knew the man, he was a kind fella and rather interesting. I simply went to support my brothers as I knew it would mean the world to them, and it did. Well, the whole thing went over very light and everyone was mostly talking and sharing memories. At first nothing seemed to bother me but a few minutes before I left I went by the entrance and began looking at pictures of the deceased all through his life, he was a 61 year old man when he passed but one picture caught my eye, looked to be a picture from when he was around 5 years old, early 50's it appeared, a handsome little buddy with a big happy smile. Only moments away from the funeral home I began thinking of that picture and what my little boy that is 5 years old right now means to me. Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face continually for over an hour, the whole ride home. I began thinking of how fast my life has gone by and that I saw my mother when I was three years old in that same funeral home back in 1979. How long do I have left before my son see's me for the last time on this green earth until we meet again in Heaven? Just got me thinking I should live every moment loving as though it were my last.

[Yoda]

[Gus1234U]

it's good to be at peace with death, with life passing thru time to it's end~ i hope when it's my turn, i can smile as i go. i have been told that the secret is to remain in the here and now, tho i too find memories to be very comforting. i hope you have made some peace with your own ending~