I haven't been on here for a while, been busy helping my husband, who has been sick for a long time. It has been a stressful year for all of us.  On Nov. 20, my uncle, Tommy Peters, passed away at age 78.  He had been sick for a long time, and he just gave up.  I suppose he was just tired of being sick and tired all the time, going back and forth to the hospital and the rehab unit.  When he started having problems breathing on Nov 19, he refused to go to the hospital and Hospice came in to make him comfortable. He passed away the next day.  I went to Hermitage, Tenn, outside of Nashville, with my sister, my niece and her little boy for the visitation on Saturday.  We came back home on Sunday and it was pouring rain when we left to drive home.
I just wanted to say this, that our lives are not defined by one moment or one day.  We all make mistakes in life, we said the wrong thing to someone, we did the wrong thing and it cost us dearly, someone said something to hurt our feelings, we went left when we should have gone right.  We should be remembered for all our life, how we treated other people, how we raised our kids, how we worked for a living to support our family.  Even people who didn't do these things in life, it is never too late to change, no matter how old we are.  We can start all over again, live life one day at a time and do the things we should have done in our life.  And give our life to Jesus, only He can really change our life and help us do better.  So don't ever give up, life isn't over until you take your last breath.