Weekend and Life

This past weekend was amazing. It wasn’t anything in particular. I didn’t go on a trip or have any kind of big party or event. It was just a regular weekend hanging out at home with my beautiful wife Cali and my bernedoodle Arvid. Everything was pretty much routine. I took Arvid to the dog park and saw the usual morning crew, lifted weights, walked around the neighborhood, shared a ton of laughs with Cali, went to Home Depot for some homemade gym equipment supplies, watched some hilarious television and movies, enjoyed some adult beverages. The sun was shining. It got cooler at night. The wind blew. On Sunday night, I wrote in my training/nutrition/daily log that I wished I could go back and live the whole weekend all over again.

I got to thinking that life is kind of like that. Perhaps one day I will be all too aware that the end is near. My 98-year old grandmother just passed away, and she was definitely ready. Her husband of 60+ years, my beloved Grandpa Bing, died over a decade ago. Pretty much all of her friends were gone too. She was locked in a nursing home the last couple years due to COVID. Confusion had become a normal part of her day. The fun of life had kind of been lost for her to say the least.

Maybe when my time comes, I’ll be able to look back on all the fun I had and all the good people and dogs that were part of my life and wish I could live the whole thing all over again. I’ll think about my family, my wife, my friends, my dogs, lifting weights, training jiu-jitsu with the morning crew, going out to a nuclear plant for a week of inspection. Just all the good parts of my life that make me happy.

Or maybe I’ll get hit by a bus or something and be dead instantly with no time to contemplate anything. Whatever…either way…it’s fine.