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Life is not set in concrete.. so CELEBRATE it!

   I recently heard that scientists have calculated the odds of you being born.  Yup..  they took into account wars, natural disasters, dinosaurs...  and they determined that the odds of you being born, in the moment in time you were born, to the parents you were born to, with the DNA structure you have...  is 1:400,000,000,000.  One in four hundred trillion!  Life is given...  but life is also taken away. 

We all changed the day it was taken away.  We were on auto pilot.  We NEVER ONCE thought it would happen to us.  To us as family... to us as parents... to us as friends & teammates and buddy's and pals... to us as neighbors, community, fellow citizens... to us as living, breathing human beings.

When we are that age we are invincible... INVINCIBLE!  There's nothing that can stop us - except, of course, ourselves.  Our journey has yet to begin in a sense.  It begins in numerous steps or stages.  The impulse of life..  the pulse of life begins, well, some believe it begins with conception.  Others believe it begins with birth.  Whichever way, that is the beginning. 
This incredible journey that we go on year by year.. month by month.. day by day, minute by minute, second by second.  Where we go in that journey... what we do in that journey... is it by chance?  Or is it by choice?  Is it predetermined?  Have scientists figured that out, too?

We are taken away in the blink of an eye - in a beat of your heart.  What's left behind is unthinkable..  what's left behind is unfathomable.  What's left behind is heartache and sorrow... and longing. 

What we possess now are only memories.... but they are memories that breathe!  They are memories that bring us joy!  Memories that take our breath away... those are what we  have... those are what we hold.  Those moments in time that are survived in our minds, hearts and souls...  Let's keep them alive with smiles.  ... but we can also share the tears... the tears of what could have been... the tears of what should have been... 

His actions always spoke that he did... Celebrate Life that is.  That was always something I enjoyed about him.  Optimism, a crazy fun sense of humor, a personality that was large and determined and open.  He had admirers - people who wished they could be more like him - more free, less routine.  Someone whose soul was always exploring.  That's the kid I knew... that's the kid I'll always remember.  I think he would have recommended that we ought to Live It, too... 

Happy Birthday today, Beau Begier... rest in peace.








 

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