My Last Day
Believing that I will be going to bed tonight and not waking up in the morning means that it is the last time I will ...
walk on the dyke and around Gary point with friendly “Good mornings” from people walking their dogs and joggers; look east to the sunrise over Steveston, look west at the ships sailing off. Looking up upon hearing the snow geese flying north, look down at the ducks ducking the heads in the ponds and slough.
Back home I will be having my last cup of English breakfast tea, prunes and porridge. I will make out my day's “To Do” list and with a bit of a start I will realize it is the last time I will tidy up my room, do a little reading, writing and drawing; e-mail my friend in Calgary. And it will be my last cycling to the library, the bank, grocery store, barber (do I really need hair cut on my last day?), and Blenz's for a chat with my writing friend.
Then other thought will enter. I'll not be seeing my children and grandchildren no more DDMBA sessions, Blenz coffee shop and discuss his writing, TV, no more doing my hobbies, baking, cycling, drawing, reading,
Let us hope in the mean time when I do lay in bed, thinking I will not be waking up, I am grateful that during the day I was aware of life as I could have been. I should then sleep well, whether I know I will or will not wake up.
~~~ George Edmonds
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