My Grandma Millie is 96 years old, she live a very happy live. A purposeful life; she was a Missionary in the Philippine for many years along side with Grandpa Homer, plus my Dad and his 3 sisters. Grandma Millie has been staying in a Care Center for the last month because of her medical need. The family has asked everyone to stop sending Get Well card, instead to send Thinking of you card; due to the reality of her situation. Also, the family have begin going through her things and allow family member to take some of her things to remember her by.
Many letters and poems came in the mail for Grandma Millie, a sign of how well she is loved and what impacted she made on so many people’s lives. Grandma Millie is a woman who lives her life to the fullest and she made every day of her life counts.
Naturally the question that comes to my mind is “How well do we live our life?” When it is the end of my days, will there be letters and poems written for me? And what will it say about me? How about you, what do you want to see at the end of your days?
Here is a poem that carries the message of living life the way I think how life is meant to lived.
Life’s too short
Life’s too short to dwell on things
that pull and tear on your heart strings
so park those thoughts that make you worry
and create new goals to which you’ll hurry.
Make your list of things to do
that always seemed not part of you
make yourself explore unknowns
write down your thoughts dig up those bones
Take a step toward things that scare you
Show who’s boss while mind prepares to
overcome what seems unrealistic
before you lose it and go ballistic
Do something different every day
and watch as life shows new path ways
Life’s too short to dwell on things
that pull and tear on your heart strings.