Last week I got the call I knew was coming. My moms next door neighbor died. The gentlemen was 88 years old, a vet of WW2 (wounded /lost leg). This man treated me like a member of his family, knowing that I had lost my dad, this guy became like a surrogate father....taking me to baseball games, allowing me into his family, giving career & life encouragement etc. So as I sat there thinking of this & the recent loss of two cousins I grew up with & now this man I began to imagine my own funeral. Who would go to it, who were my real friends, had I done what I wanted to do in my life etc.... you know a wake up call. So if you look back at your own life .... are you content, would you do it any differently, anything you'd like to change before it's too late?