2 Years Left
November 6th, 2007I’ve been thinking about death a lot recently. Not in a morbid way, but as a way of assessing where I am and what I’ve done.
Last October my grandfather died. I preached his funeral on what would have been his 75th birthday. As I type this I’m 31. Going by this, I would most of the way through the second quarter, with the band getting ready to come out on the field.
Amber’s Aunt Ginger died from cancer on October 24 of this year. She was 60. That would have me in the second half already; somehow I missed the band altogether. Then this weekend a friend told me that one of his wife’s cousins had died suddenly at 33 — game almost over for me.
No one knows, of course, how long I’ll live. But it’s a useful exercise, I think, to consider: If I had two years left to live, what have I done worth doing? What will I do with the time that remains?