So, a friend of mine from Pensacola went in to work yesterday, did some work, sent a few emails and then had a heart attack. He was rushed to the hospital and pronounced dead. I think he was 50. It made me realize how short life can be at times and you never know when you are going to go. I wondered what the last words he said to his wife was? His kids? Were they good words? Did he tell them he loved them?
I guess I should change a few things in my life soon so I don't leave this plane of existance not having said some things I should have. I should make a few phone calls to family and friends to make amends. I need to never rush out of the house angry at the wife nor should I go to bed angry.
Life is way too short. I finally truly understand the words of George Bernard Shaw - "Youth is wasted on the young."
(P.S. - Smoke those damned expensive cigars so your stinking, worthless BIL doesn't slobber all over them and pass them to his loser friends after you die. Have a beer too - a good one!)
