I attended 2 funeral visitations yesterday. One was for a man that was 78 years old, another for a man that was 44 years old. We never know when it's going to happen us...we just know it will someday. At the visitation for the 78 year old man (a local teacher, coach, city mayor) they had many pictures flashing up on a screen of him and his family, of when he was a teacher, a coach, and politician. At the visitation for the 44 year old man they had many pictures flashing up on a screen of him and his family and many of him fishing, holding stringers of fish, and of his large mushroom finds. No matter the age when we die, for those left behind it is too soon. Whatever it is you do, do it with as much energy and life as you can...from attending both of the visitations yesterday I saw that both men, although from 2 totally different backgrounds, truly enjoyed their families and the things they had a passion about...each of us only have a short time here...live each day as if it is the last.