She was writing a letter to me on the day before she died. Not an email, twitter or Facebook quickie, but a letter, taking the time to say that I was worth her time. What if this is my last day? Have I learned nothing from Jabba and Pat? How am I living this day? Am I being who God made me to be? Am I doing what gives me life? Have I told anyone that they are important in my life? I think that I will write a letter today, with a stamp, that goes into a mailbox. Love is so much work when I am preoccupied with myself, and so much joy when I am being all that God made me to be. What gives you life, should this be for you the day of Sudden Death?
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