- David Carradine
- Michael Jackson
- Steve McNair
- Karl Malden
- Billy Mays
- Farrah Fawcett
- Ed McMahon
- Walter Cronkite
Woah. What a crazy 45 days. First, I hear that David Carradine died…. Mr. Kung Fu himself. Then, Ed McMahon, and then and then and then … the list of famous people who died grew like crazy. All age ranges, under all sorts of circumstances. This blog entry has been stewing n the back of my mind, waiting to be written as I wondered if another name would fall.
With each death, I was reminded that wealth and/or fame means nothing when it comes time to die. When it is your time, it is your time.
What does each death do for me? It reminds me to live life to the fullest. None of the above people get to enjoy any part of life any more. No more hot cups of coffee in the cool morning. No more roses to be sniffed. No more sun sets to admire. No more passionate kisses to be had. No more giggling of children in their ears. Nothing. They are done. I am not. I am still alive, doing my thing, enjoying every single moment I have.
Each day you ignore the beauty of life you might as well be dead. There is no difference between someone whom merely exists to get through the day and those on the list above. Take the time to enjoy life, there will be plenty of time later not to, when you no longer have the choice.