Saturday, February 5, 2011
Are you ready for some FOOOTTTBBBAAALLLLL?!?!
I am! SuperBowl Sunday is upon us wooohhooo! A day filled with yummy food, great family and good times.
Sorry Ive been slacking. Lots going on in my world, some good some bad, but I got a swift kick in the rear (thanks Uncle Paul!) and here I am! Back at it again. Im going to make myself a goal for writing in here, start small and work my way up. I was so excited to get it going, and now Im slacking already!
Anyway, this last week, as I said, has been insanity. Not one, not two but THREE people I care about were diagnosed with breast cancer. Scary scary. All you prayers out there, please keep them in your thoughts. A good friend of mine that I used to work with passed away in his sleep. He was young, hadnt even started a family yet, and hes gone. It hits home when something like that happens. People are wayyy too quick to throw away years of friendship or even worse family. I know Ive been guilty of it myself. Ive neglected friends for boyfriends that are no longer around. Argued with family for them. And where did it get me? Nowhere.
People seem to quickly forget how important family and friends are. After all, where would you be today without them all? Nowhere. Lifes too short. Stop holding onto grudges. Stop the gossip, stop the hate. Stop the bitterness, and stop the snootiness. Youre no better then the person standing next to you. I have to remind myself that sometimes. I think we all need a reminder sometimes.
If you died tomo, how would you want to be remembered? I know Id like to go with people thinking I was a good person. Genuine and caring. I felt the need to write an extra little note to my friends parents. I told them how kind and generous their son was. How hed give anyone the shirt off his back. Time and time again he did things for me and others that worked with us. I hadnt been in touch with him recently, but I know, if I had, hed be the same Marty I knew and loved. THATS how I want to be remembered. I want people to come to my funeral, and laugh and reminisce about good times we had. About funny things I said and did. And then I want them all to go out and have an ass kicking party.
Love the ones you should. Lifes too short.
In loving memory of Marty Mackin, and the others Ive known and loved who were gone too soon!