Just before seven tonight my phone rang. When I picked it up I noticed it was a Scottish phone number. I looked at the clock and started to freak. Who was calling me at midnight (they are five hours ahead), and what the hell is the matter?
I was hoping it was my brother calling me after a night out at the pub. Some of the best conversations I have had with my brother have been when he is drunk.
I hesitated before answering the phone.
It wasn't my brother.
It was my aunt, she was crying.
I knew it wasn't good news. I said "what's wrong? Crossing my fingers that none of my relatives had passed away.
Such a great way to live life eh? Death is never far from my mind.
My dear (great) Aunt Cathy was admitted to the hospital late Friday, and isn't expected to make it through the weekend.
On Wednesday she was unable to speak, she went to the Doctors, and they ran some test. It appears she has thyroid cancer.
Wednesday was only three days ago.
It just goes to show you that none of us are promised tomorrow.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today