Well, Thanksgiving is now over....and Christmas is right around the corner. Wow, this year has just flew by once again. I can't believe it. It feels like it has only been January few months ago. Maybe time speeds up just alittle by each passing year. Well, I'm sure it's not the case....but then again, maybe it does. Heck, I'm no scientist. But in either case, we are now passing yet another year. Thank God I've still kept my sanity all these (short) years I've been on this wonderful world.

You know, as each year goes by, I can't help but think that my time on Earth is falling shorter and shorter. The question is, do I fear death? No, not in the least. However, sometimes there arises a sorrowful pain as the end draws near and I realize that I won't be enjoying this thing we call existence.....this......life. But the truth is, we must take advantage of our existence to really enjoy what we do have at the moment and learn to never take anything for granted. When my mother died back a few years ago, I had realized, that sometimes life can be shorter than we hope or dream for. She died in her young 50's due to cancer. Right out of the blue, it came, even though she wasn't a drinker or a smoker. The waiting list for a liver was too long and being her age, I'm sure it was no importance to some people that she should get priority. It's heart-wrenching that such a method is used in this day and age. The thing is, I know without a sparkle of a doubt that she truly and fully enjoyed every minute of her life on Earth. She enjoyed every second with the one man that meant the world to her.........her devoted husband for over 40 years; her hero, her existence..........my father.

My mother was a solid Christian, as my father. Unlike many Christians out there, she stood out. I mean, if you were to look at a person, you wouldn't be able to tell if that person is a Christian or not. The fact is, Christians blend into society quite easily. But my mother, she was different. If you were to walk by her and see that radiating smile or all the unending warmth she would be giving someone, you would as well say, "Wow! Now that must be a Christian Lady". My father was pretty much the same way but, being a man, he didn't radiate a sense of love but more stubborness. Of course, it would still be there covered in all that machoness.

I'm sure my mother died peacefully with husband and family right there at her bedside the whole time. She went satisfied that her life was full of love and jubilation. Such is life. What lesson had this given me? Well.......that life is infact the length of inifinity.......as long as we truly enjoy and take advantage of every opportunity, every curve-ball, every tear, every jubilation and every tiny little second that we can say, I AM ALIVE!.