Who Would Turn Off My Coffee Pot?

If I died today

Who’d turn off my coffee pot?

Would there be a street parade?

Would I just be an after-thought?

If I died today

Would I still be a waiter?

Could I fly around like superman?

Would I make the Sunday paper?

I wonder who I’d see

Crying standing over me.

Who would just send their regards?

Would anybody say “at least he’s in a better place?”

And who would get this old guitar?

If I died today

Would my mom keep on praying?

Would my buddies go out drinking?

Would my alarm clock keep on blinking?

If I died today

Would I need to be ashamed?

Would I be easy to forget?

Could I live with my regrets?

If I died today

Could I see my room from Heaven?

Would my family talk about me

At Christmas and Thanksgiving?

If I died today,

Who’d turn off my coffee pot?

*Tim McGraw

Aren’t these the things we all wonder?

All day, everyday?

Aren’t these the words we all silently whisper when we’re in our bathroom? 
Looking at our reflection through sunken eyes?

I would say that these are my words, but they’re not. They’re OUR words.

These are the words spread through sorrow, despair, and grief.

Luckily, they don’t have to be.

We can change their meaning.

I don’t know about you, but I know I see them differently.

I see these words as excitement.

I can’t wait for the day that I die so I can see if these things come true.

However, I know that they won’t happen if I don’t live my life to it’s fullest right now.

I need to be happy with who I am and what I’m doing today. And if I am, then I know those things will fulfill themselves.

One at a time.

So if I really did die today, who would turn off my coffee pot?