I think all of us of a certain age have one date in the year that kicks us in the teeth each time it rolls around. It's called an "anniversary reaction," and it's very real. For me it's Sept. 17, 2004, a day that started out with work and the gym and happily looking forward to weekend errands -- and ended up with a emergency trip to the hospital to find out that a loved one had just been diagnosed, out of the blue, with the disease, lung cancer, that would kill him three months later.
I can't offer any wisdom that doesn't sound trite. Life can change drastically in a matter of seconds. Count your blessings every day and love your family and friends.
Oh, and don't smoke.
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