I was going through this scrap drawer when I found this little calender book of my dads. It was for April 1994. He highlighted the days when they ended, well, his highlighter only made it to April 5th. You all might be thinking that maybe he stopped because he lost it or something. No, he never got to mark out April 6th, 1994, because he died before the day was over. He died in a car accident. The book was something so tragic to come upon that it brought tears to my eyes. I decided to keep it and bring it with me wherever I go, I will take it with me because it will be one of those cruel reminders we all need once in a while. It will Remind me to live life to the fullest, because you never expect it to end, just like that.