I had morning coffee with my Dad long ago at the local coffee shop. As we left on our way to the car my Dad pointed out to a guy and related this story.
It seemed the gent had a fear of dying in his bed so he would drive the streets of our home town till wee hours of the morning. Well you probably guessed it the guy died in his bed. what a nice way to go.
Death visits us all and I for one have reconciled with that fact. So like many others I appreciate and try and take full advantage of each day
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