Facing my own mortality.

I was talking on the phone to a friend that graduated from high school with me.  She told me about a classmate that died last week.  That makes three classmates that have died since our reunion last July, 2009.  My best friend through most of elementary school and high school died six years ago and I guess that was the first time I really came face to face with my own mortality.  Inside, I don't feel any differently than I did when I graduated from high school in 1969 but then I pass a mirror and wonder why I see my Mom's face looking back at me.  When Jean died, I became more grateful for each day and continue to thank God first thing when I open my eyes each morning.  My family members would tell you that I tell them "I love you" way too often but I don't use those words flippantly.  If I am remembered for something when I depart this life, I hope they will remember that I truly did and do love them.  I think more about the words I speak to others and try to make them words of encouragement and healing.  It is sometimes hard to stay positive but then I remember, I may not know what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future.