Where Does The Time Go?

Wow! Where does the time go? As I sit here contemplating my 40th birthday, I wonder how I got to this point in my life. What the hell happened? It seems like just yesterday when I was in high school wondering how in the world I was going to survive the break-up with "the love of my life". It's funny. I was listening to some old CDs tonight and a song came on and transported me back to a time 22 years ago. Isn't it weird how a simple song can trigger so much? It puts us right back at that time and we remember everything. But then reality kicks in and we're no longer in high school, our kids are. SCARY! Time certainly does fly. I just wish I had realized that when I was younger.

I guess Marty is planning a birthday party for me next Saturday. I'm really torn about that one. I feel like I'm reaching a milestone in my life, but I wish it would really pass without much fanfare. Last year on my birthday my dad was admitted to the hospital and he died less than 2 weeks later. In August, four months prior to that, he was diagnosed with cancer, and even the best doctors around couldn't figure out where it started or how to cure it or even slow it down. It came as a tremendous shock and I don't think any of us realized how fast the disease would progress. I am so glad that it happened like it did and that he didn't suffer, but so many days I wish he was still here. I miss him so much and I know my kids do too. I'm doing my best to learn from this and so far I've learned that life is short. I'm living each day to the fullest, just like my dad did. You never know what tomorrow holds. Oh yeah, and don't sweat the small stuff.