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		<title>What Will You Do With Your Today?</title>
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This week I attended two funeral services.

The first was for my Uncle Pickles and the other was for the father-in-law of a longtime friend of mine.

Much like you, I have attended many such services in the past.  I most likely will do so in the future.

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<p>This week I attended two funeral services.</p>
<p>The first was for my Uncle Pickles and the other was for the father-in-law of a longtime friend of mine.</p>
<p>Much like you, I have attended many such services in the past.  I most likely will do so in the future.</p>
<p>As the memorial services began, I was sat down on the proverbial pew and had placed on my head an imaginary thinking cap.</p>
<p>The minister began each service with a statement similar to this:</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><i>“On behalf of the immediate family, we thank you for taking the time to attend this service to celebrate the life of _______.”</i></span></strong></p>
<p>The statement did not strike me as weird or out of place; <strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">it simply struck me &#8211; period!</span></em></strong></p>
<p>It&#8217;s like staring out a window pane and seeing what comes into view.</p>
<p>One’s life is reduced to a few parting comments about how they lived and the impact they made on the lives of others in his or her sphere of influence.</p>
<p>There are times when the words spoken about the life of the person are uttered by the minister.</p>
<p>At other times those attending the services are offered the opportunity to say a few words about what the deceased meant to them or their family.</p>
<p>In either case, the statements of another person serve to distill the lifetime of one into a few short sentences.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;">Questions started to swirl under the thinking cap:</span></strong></p>
<ul>
<li><em><strong>When will my time come?</strong></em></li>
<li><em><strong>What might be said of me?</strong></em></li>
<li><em><strong>Who might be saying it?</strong></em></li>
<li><em><strong>Did I make a positive difference in someone’s life, anyone’s life?</strong></em></li>
<li><em><strong>Was I a blessing to my wife, my daughters, their husbands, my grandchildren, external family, or friends?</strong></em></li>
<li><em><strong>Did anyone give a rip that I was here?</strong></em></li>
</ul>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">It REALLY got me thinking!</span></em></strong></p>
<p>It brought to mind a great quote from the movie, <em>Gladiator</em> &#8211; <strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">&#8220;What is done in life echoes through eternity&#8221;.</span></em></strong></p>
<p>In a previous <a href="http://brucercross.com/the-days-end/">post</a> I reflected on a great <a href="http://www.therobertd.com/the-book/">book</a> I recently read which encouraged me to count the days upward and to make a difference versus counting the days downward as sands slipping through an hour glass.</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">In other words, make each day count!</span></em></strong></p>
<p>Today is my 20,575<sup>th</sup> day!  I am grateful for it.</p>
<p>It brought to mind a <a href="https://www.bible.com/bible/111/psa.90.12.niv">verse</a> by which to live and one I have added as a “<i>life verse</i>”.</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">It reminds me to “number my days”.</span></em></strong></p>
<p>The recent reflective moments brought to mind a wonderful poem by Linda Ellis entitled <a href="http://www.linda-ellis.com/the-dash-the-dash-poem-by-linda-ellis-.html">The Dash</a>.</p>
<p>It is certainly worth reading it.  It is even more impactful hearing it recited.</p>
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<p>What happens in the years represented by the dash, the little line between your birth date and the date on which you leave this world, is your legacy.</p>
<p>None of us is getting any younger – <i>I don’t think there is a pill for that even though I might like to think there is</i>.</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">I can live my life intentionally, on purpose, and with a purpose.</span></em></strong></p>
<p>It made me consider one thing &#8211; <strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>what will I do with my today</em>?</span></strong></p>
<p>By pondering the question I may perhaps take some of the guess work out of what might be said about me when “<i>the roll is called up yonder</i>”.</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">How about you?</span></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">What will you do with your today?</span></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">What can you do this day and the next and the next, assuming you don’t depart today, to author your best story and to make a difference in the lives of others?</span></em></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #800000;"> Photo Courtesy of Brittany Castillejo</span></strong></p>
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