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If Tomorrow Starts without Me?

A few weeks ago a woman was killed in an auto accident. She was very well liked, so the office shut down for her funeral and it was on the news and so on. On the day the workers came back to work, they found this poem in their e-mail that the deceased woman had sent on Friday before she left for home.

If tomorrow starts without me, And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me;

But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you’ll.

I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared, And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and hug you And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven’s gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne,
He said, “This is eternity, And all I’ve promised you.
Today your life on earth is past, But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last,
And since each day is the same way, There’s no longing for the past.”
So when tomorrow starts without me, Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right there, in your heart.

Focus On Today

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept from fear and apprehension. One of these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is beyond recall.

The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promises, and perhaps its poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow’s sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.

This leaves only one day – today. Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the burden of those two awful eternity’s, yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives us mad. It is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened yesterday or the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us, therefore, do our best to live one day at a time.