I was on Facebook today and a friend posted a video from You Tube. It was a clip of Mama Cass Elliot singing  "Sing Your Own Kind of Music". I always loved the Mamas and the Papas, especially Mama Cass with her clear, pure voice.  The song has been running through my head, as good songs do, but it's giving me a nudge, making me ask myself some questions. Am I singing my own kind of music? What is that music? Am I really living the kind of life I want to live and maybe need to live?

There's an old quotation, something about dying with your song unsung or something like that. I've just spent the last year of my life battling cancer. I've had to admit that I'm not likely to be immortal. At least the body isn't.

I think most people have an idea that they are, perhaps meant to do something special or important with their lives, even if it's special only to them.

I read somewhere that before we're born, we decide what it is we want to do with our lives and even choose the parents we'll have so that we'll be more likely to accomplish whatever it is we intend.

My father always told me that if we didn't do all that God wanted us to do that we'd have to come back in another lifetime to do it right. My feeling is that we are the ones who decide what each lifetime will mean, and God will help us to do it.

I know that not everyone believes in reincarnation, but for me, it's kind of a comfort. If I'm wrong, so be it.