It is that time of year when one year ends and another one will begin. I can't remember ever really making a big deal out of my birthday. It was never a big affair, with the exception of my 12th. My grandparents, Wally and Libby Bills got me a wonderful cake decorated with a carousel and several of my classmates attended. This meant so much to me. The other two was when I turned 18; I was surprised with a cake at a church youth event and my Uncle Don and Aunt Margie took me out for my 21st. I got to dance with my dear uncle that night. Other than that they were subdued events. No big deal! Now as I end #51 I can't help but think will #52 be my last birthday? I am very hopeful and faithful that I will get the transplant that I need, but I have to ponder the alternative.
When you feel that your life may be not quite as long as you may have hoped you look at things differently. The sunsets are more beautiful. The flowers more vivid and the sky more blue. Your children and grandchildren are more precious. You hug them a little tighter and say the things that need to be said. So August 2nd will be a very special day this year. We should all celebrate each birthday as if were our last!
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