A coworker just died. His wife died about a month ago. He was young. They were both young.
He had been not taking care of himself for the past year, ever since she got sick. His blood pressure was high. He drank a lot of sodas and ate a lot of breakfast sandwiches. He ate fast food. He never took time to exercise.
He said that he used to take care of himself, but that he just didn’t have time now.
Now it is too late.
Pointless. Pointless. Pointless.
Such a waste of a life.
Jeff Russell was a good man. He was kind, caring, and funny. He could do any impression. He brought cookies and snacks for us all the time. He was good with the patrons. He was easygoing. He didn’t gossip or badmouth anybody.
And he suffered. He was quiet about his pain and his loss. He didn’t know how to handle life after his wife died.
He laid down because he wasn’t feeling well, and he didn’t wake up. His family thinks it was a heart attack.
His heart stopped. It was broken. His sadness filled him up and drowned him, and he died.
Now is the time. There is no other time to eat well, to exercise, to take care of yourself. There is no other time to rest, relax, and process your feelings. Now. Or never.
You have to build up your flame, or it will go out. You, and nobody else, can do this. You must do this.
Tomorrow doesn’t exist. Today is all you have. Use it well.