I am rambling today giving due respect to the day’s responsibilities as they are the usual and customary but realizing that while a phone ringing makes a for a short burp in my day it may change everything forever for those that needed to make the call bringing sad news. My Aunt Esther at the age of ninety seven was called home to be with God. I had gone to see her several weeks earlier in the Gaylord Health Care Facility and I had a great time doing the “remember when.” Within days she contracted phenomena and was gone. It was sudden but also not surprising that her aging system had lost the ability to fight. Yesterday when the phone rang I was not expecting a call of a second loss in the family. My cousin’s wife at the age of fifty seven had lost her battle with a fast moving blood cancer that took only a five months to end her life. I am an inward-turning individual so of course I did some self reflecting. I am sure Sheila thought she would have the same additional forty years that Aunt Esther had had to live life to her fullest. How do I feel about time? I never wear a watch as I don’t need the adornment to keep me on track. Each day I must have something tangible to show for the day that was given to me. I’m not hyper, just busy — in case I may not have the ability to finish what I started or I don’t get to tackle that next best project. I do come by it naturally as my Dad and my Mom were both busy people, never thinking that they had done enough. I am not one to think about time, I just want to use it.