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Wear a purple hat

In honor of women’s history month and in memory of
Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. 


  I do not know what my thoughts would be, when the time comes that I know and am given the privilege of knowing when I would die. I am sure it will be reflective of what she was thinking too. I should be doing more of what she has listed out but life does not always permit. We get caught up in the daily routine call LIFE and we soon forget all the little things that mean so much more. It always take a tragedy to wake us up and then it is too late even to say “I am sorry”’ or “Thank you’”  and “I love you,”to people who means so much to us in this world. So to each and everyone of you, feel and give love unconditionally. May all of you be bless with time to smell the roses.

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER – by Erma Bombeck 


(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

 I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a
Rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the
Carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room
And worried much less about the dirt when someone
Wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather
Ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried

 By my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled
Up on a summer day because my hair had just been
Teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn!
With my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching
Television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it
Was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed
To last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy,
I’d have cherished every moment and realized that
The wonderment growing inside me was the only
Chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never
have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.’
There would have been more ‘I love you’s’; more
‘I’m sorry’s.’
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it… Live it
And never give it back.
Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more,
Or who’s doing what.
Instead; let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let’s think about what God HAS blessed us with, and what
We are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I hope you have a blessed day.