I heard difficult news from a number of people this week and it reminded me of some things we need to think about before we are too preoccupied to think about them.
There are some choices we might want to make before we can’t make them. I am talking about death and dying. An uncomfortable subject for most people.
Writer Robert Test did his thinking and this is what he wrote:
“After I die, don't call it my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life."
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise. Give my heart to the person who has nothing, but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car so that he may live to see his grandchildren play. Take my bones, every muscle fiber, every nerve and try to find a way to make a crippled child walk."
Burn the rest and scatter the ashes to the wind to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, bury my faults, my weaknesses and my prejudices against my fellow man.
If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or a word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."
Thank you Robert Test.