Motherfucking Carpe Diem

My husband's stepmother died yesterday; his father's 3rd wife. I didn't really know her, I only met her a few times; I don't really know my father-in-law, either; they live in New York and we see them maybe once a year. She had been sick for a while, she had some crazy neurological disorder that the doctors couldn't identify. But over the course of the past few years she gradually lost all of her motor functions; in the end she had none and she ended up dying from choking on her food because, I guess, her throat couldn't get the food down. What a horrible, horrible thing to happen to anybody, and a horrible thing to have to watch a loved one go through. Hubs' dad stayed by her side throughout the whole thing, I can't even imagine.

They say that you're supposed to watch what you eat, get enough exercise, take care of your body and you can stave off disease and live a long time, but the truth is that none of that really makes a difference, because any of us can get struck down by some random, unnamed neurological disorder at any time, and it wouldn't matter how much we worked out or how well we avoided red meat. So, fuck it, man. There is no better time like now to remember that life is fucking short, so why avoid doing things that you love in the off chance you might live a little bit longer? Eat the meat; drink the vodka; smoke the cigarettes. Fuck it, why not? And don't forget to tell the people you love that you love them, because one day you might not be able to work your mouth muscles and you'll regret never having said it.

So, right now, is there anybody out there that you love? Have you told them lately? Go make sure they know. Right now. Go.

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