One more time

I accidently deleted the thoughtful post on cheating death, and that is perhaps because it was yet unfinished. 

Most of the time I feel very lucky as I wake from an illness, realizing how close I have come to that line, the one that you can only cross once.

The truth is, you can cross it more than once.  I've already been on the other side twice now.  I feel honored that it was not my time, and that I was allowed to come back to this life, to finish what ever work it is that I have yet to do.

I often wonder what work it is that I am to finish.  I know the first time that I had children to raise, but now my children have children and have little need of me.  The illnesses leave me too tired to work, and little desire to improve my conditions.  Still, there must be a reason that I was sent back, yet one more time, and it is not for me to question, but to stand up to the challenge and move forward. 

Doing this gods work.  One day at a time.