As he was literally consumed in his tragedy, knowing that all his struggling would not make a difference, I wondered what regrets he may of had once he understood his time was ending. Did he wish he had kissed his beloved mate goodbye that morning? Or wished he had hugged his kids, or had remembered to take out the garbage? Was he angry at the Heron or at God, or possibly himself as he struggled against absolute? I suppose we will never know if he took a moment to ask forgiveness for his life’s misdeeds or simply cursed God.

I could imagine how panicked and afraid he must have felt alone, powerless no one and nothing to save him from his fate.

I thought about how I live my life; skipping along not stopping to think that this may be my day, my time to be consumed within the circle of life.

What will I wish I had done differently at that moment of realization that I will soon exist no more? I want to imagine that my answer will influence the way I live my life from this moment forward.

Realizing I have no promise of tomorrow, that I too will die one day, I want to be remembered for the person I was and not for the wealth I amassed or the fleeting fame I fell into. 

Remembered for the life I touched or may have changed, unknowingly, just by the way I loved God and walked in community.

All of these things would be worth my finale moments of breath and breathing, to be able to believe the way I lived may have impacted another person. And to have that other person. . .  remember.