Today started off like any other Saturday morning. My wife and I freshened up and went down stairs to prepare breakfast. Before long, the kids, one-by-one, began to awaken and come down to the kitchen. My wife had prepared her specialty, homemade pancakes and maple sausages. As we finished breakfast, I noticed the time, and told my son we had to hurry up or we were going to be late for his swimming class. As I proceeded down the street, I began to ask my son did he have everything. Showing somewhat of a distraction, he answered, “Yes daddy, I do”. “Daddy, those two squirrels just ran out in the street”, he stated. He seemed a bit troubled.
Before I knew it, I was right up on top of them and could not stop. As a result, I ran one of them over. I looked back at my son, and he was faced to the rear, in an attempt to see if the squirrel had indeed survived. I was at a blank. I did not know how he would respond or even if he knew that the squirrel was dead. As he turned slowly back to the front, my face went blank. “Daddy, did you run over both of those squirrels or just one”, he stated. “Just one son”, I replied in an attempt to read his mind. He seemed to be a bit confused. At this point, I was too. “I hope that he is okay daddy”, can we go back and see it”, he stated. It was at this point that I knew that his curiosity for life, as well as death, had kicked in. He stared into the distance with no words. I knew at this point that he did not understand what had just occurred.
Continuing on down the street, a thought came to mind. “I bet that squirrel did not realize that today would be his last day on earth”. Then a really important thought came to my mind. How many of us really know when our time is up? I mean, would we do things different if we knew that at the end of the day, life as we knew it would not exist anymore? Would we treat people different? Would we be more careless, or more responsible? Would we make amends with those that we have ill feelings towards or that have ill feelings toward us? Would we do with our money and other worldly possessions? Would we tell others, or would we keep it a secret? Would we live the day to its fullest or would we waste it away? The answer to all of these questions is actually very easy and quite simple; we really do not know.
Most of us never really think of today as our last day. We just go on believing that everything can wait or be put off until tomorrow. Who really knows if any of us will wake up tomorrow or even make it through today? The answer again; a simple thought, we really do not know the answer. Life is fragile. It could be taken away at a blink of an eye. A careless driver or that last cholesterol filled meal that you have just eaten; you never know. Any situation that we look at in our life could be the very moment that shapes the rest of our life.
At that very moment, I thought back to the Thanksgiving of 2002. My whole family got together, as we usually do, for our family dinner and a good time. We started off the day by thinking of Thanksgivings past, catching up on what everybody has been doing and how the kids were all doing in school. At that particular time, three of the young ladies in our family were pregnant; one of them, my cousin, the other, my wife, and lastly, my aunt. Of course, they had to talk about the trials and tribulations of pregnancy one by one; each sharing similar stories to compare with the rest. While the ladies continued on with their conversations, the men started playing a card game called bid whist; a favorite past time of the men of my family.
Before long, my aunts were telling us that it was time for us to come together to bless the food so that we could eat. As we finished dinner, I proceeded to talk with my father about his upcoming trip up North for deer hunting season. I exclaimed to him how I wished I could go with him, but that I had to work. I went upstairs to check on the little kids. By the time I got back he had put his coat on and was gone.
Figuring that I would just talk to him again after his return from his trip, I continued on with the day. Not thinking twice about anything being out of the ordinary. That following Monday morning, on my way to work, I received a troubling call from my brother. He was telling me to get to Sinai-Grace hospital in Detroit as soon as possible. Our father was there and wasn’t doing well, he explained. As I approached the entrance of the emergency room, my brother came out crying. He told me that my father was gone. He had suffered a massive heart attack as he stopped for gas in Detroit, and was pronounced dead upon arrival at Sinai Grade Hospital. At the age of 52, he had a lot of life to still live. All I could think about was that I had never got a chance to tell him, for one last time, that I loved him or good bye. It was the worst feeling that I had ever felt in my whole life.
Riding in that car, for me was a defining moment in my life. Death, the very thing that can change a person’s life forever, was the one thing in that moment that I could not control. I will forever hold that moment in my life as a marked reminder to never take things for granted and to always be grateful for every day that I and my family live another day. Life is short, but since we do not know how short, all we can do is live it to the fullest.