For all we know.

"But time alone will tell

Let's take a lifetime to say

I knew you well

For only time will tell us so

And love may grow for all we know."

Recently I have heard radio commercials for the California Psychic Hotline. Their claim to fame, "If you don't feel this is the best reading you have ever had, there's no cost." Knowing my history with psychic readings, it would not only be the best, it would also be the worst; I have never had one—nor will I.

Whenever I have heard commercials which claim someone knowing, or being able to predict the future, I sometimes think, "What if it were truly possible?" What if we really could be Marty McFly and go Back to the Future?"

What would we do?

Play the lottery and win? Easy. Of course. Become the greatest financial analyst in the world, yet still only have an advertising degree from the University of Missouri,  where I avoided math class like the plague? You betcha. 

What role would we have in letting friends and family know of impending doom, illness, or even worse, whether or not their favorite sports teams were going to fold in the playoffs? Just kidding. Maybe. I still have faith in the Bulls.

Knowing the future would be as bad as winning the largest jackpot in the lottery; you would have new friends coming out of the woodwork…friends you didn't even know you had or wanted to meet. It would be horrible— no matter how wonderful it sounds. We are not supposed to know the future, it takes all the surprise out of life's events. 

One of my favorite movies of all time, and this will show you how sophisticated my movie taste is, was "Big." It offered the magic of knowing your fate; what it would be like to grow old over night and experience life as an adult yet still have a young mind. It offered freshness of dreaming and wishing to live in the future all with the possibility of coming back home..cool concept, not interested..

Recently, if you have been reading "Snap.Shot." I wrote of my Father's passing. Like anytime you look back, I wished I had spent more time with my him. I regret not being there when he took his last breath. But, I know he will forever be in my mind—I have experience in this wish, my Mom passed away more than 5 years ago.

Time does fly by; even though there will always be 24 hours in a day and 365 days (or 366) each year, I know how important each day is and I want to live it to its fullest. Of no great surprise, the one request I had when we were walking through my folk's house collecting keepsakes, was to able to watch over the photos my Dad had taken of our family as we grew up. Mainly in slide form, they are now housed very carefully where they will be safe. They're not mine—I am just the keeper.

The photo above was taken recently of my son Jason and his son, Brandon. It seems only a few short years ago when I was the one holding Jason; funny thing about life, no matter how prepared we are for the future, there's really so much we don't know.

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