They say that you have never experienced life until it appears that it is slipping away. That every breath of air changes when that breath could be your last. I have never been that close but my trip to the emergency room for Pancreatitis had me breathing a bit differently. It was the first time I was taken by ambulance to a hospital and the first time a professional said my life could be on the line. My thoughts of my own mortality were at my hand/head and all I could think about was what happens to those I would leave behind. Would I leave too many missing pieces behind for them not to complete their life’s puzzle? I have tried since then to have them learn to put their puzzle’s together but their are still many on that table and some new one’s I discovered since that date. G-D willing I won’t have to reach out for the cliff anytime before all the pieces are on the table and hopefully even a new puzzle.