Best before

A few days ago, I was getting something out of the cupboard and I happened to read the expiration date.  On the package it said

Best before July 21, 2009

I had to stop, take a deep breath, regroup.

I thought to myself… yep, a lot of things were best before July 21st.  A lot of things…

The second thought I had was how would we live life differently if we all knew what our “expiration date” was?  If we knew precisely when our life would go sour…. would we continue as we are?  Would we be better people?  Worse?  Happier?  More sad?  Depressed?  Would we do everything we always wanted to do?  Would we think, why bother?

I honestly can’t tell you what I’d do… but I can tell you without hesitation that it was best before July 21, 2009.

And no, I didn’t throw out the food… I figured it was just a few weeks ago… not like it was milk or anything… it looked fine, smelled fine, and I wasn’t going to be the one eating it… I haven’t heard any complaints yet.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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