In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.
It’s the life in your years. – Abraham Lincoln
June 16, 1938. It must have been an exciting time for Pete's mother, Betty. Her second child, a son, Abbott Pliny Smith III - Pete for short, as the story goes, the neighbor lady thought Abbott looked like a Pete. Pete's mother and father agreed. The rest is history.
Abraham Lincoln wrote,"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." A full life, Pete made the life in his years count. There were times of accolades and achievements; happy moments that made life worth living. Errors, maybe. Regrets, I don't know. We can speculate. But even errors and regrets add up to great experiences and things to write about later. And even those we can smile or laugh about now, in hindsight.
Last Friday, I spent the day with Jody. We traveled to Marietta to see a mutual friend. I enjoy time with Jody. It's over an hour drive to Marietta, and I wish I had my recorder on because she always has a new Pete story to tell, or a twist on an old story. After all this time, the tales just keep coming. Tales of "life in your years." Scenarios filled with living, adventure, serendipity, reconciliation, renewal, and more. How many hundreds of people did Pete reach in his lifetime? How many animals did he save? How many times did his signature laugh fill the halls of Milliron Clinic? How many times have you thought about Pete and said to yourself, I wish I could tell Pete about...
Today, a day early, we celebrate Pete and his birthday. Pete would not want the fuss. Birthdays were "just another day" where work took precedence. I'm sure, however, if I offered to take him out for lunch on his birthday, he would not say no.
Have a great week ahead!