I’ve been hearing a lot of music on the radio that relates to the idea of One Month to Live.
For instance, “Letter to Me” by Brad Paisley, in which the narrator is writing a letter to his 17-year-old self:
you got so much up ahead
you’ll make new friends
you should see your kids and wife
and I’d end by sayin’ have no fear
these are nowhere near
the best years of your life
And then there’s Trace Adkins’ “You’re Gonna Miss This” about a girl/woman racing through the stages of her life:
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
In church last Sunday, a soloist sang “Don’t Blink” by Kenny Chesney:
Just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your “better half”
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you’re praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don’t blink
Tim McGraw’s song “Live Like You Were Dying” isn’t new, but it says it well. The narrator was 40-something when he got the news that he might be dying and:
He said “I was finally the husband,
“That most the time I wasn’t.
“An’ I became a friend a friend would like to have.
“And all of a sudden goin’ fishin’,
“Wasn’t such an imposition,
“And I went three times that year I lost my Dad.
“Well, I finally read the Good Book,
“And I took a good long hard look,
“At what I’d do if I could do it all again,
“I went sky diving, I went rocky mountain climbing,
“I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu.
“And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
“And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying.”
An’ he said: “Some day, I hope you get the chance,
“To live like you were dyin’.”