Debi & Ken we are ALL terminal - nobody gets out of this life alive. I remember a poem we learned in elementary school,
"the clock of life is wound but once, and no one has the power
to know just when their life will end at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own,
so work, live, love with a will
for tomorrow the clock may be still." author unknown
Blessings to you both
"the clock of life is wound but once, and no one has the power
to know just when their life will end at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own,
so work, live, love with a will
for tomorrow the clock may be still." author unknown
Blessings to you both