“If I only had weeks to live…”

I got thinking about this today. I hear of people who are told they have terminal illnesses. It occurred to me that, you know, we never know how much time we have. I was thinking that if I *knew* I had only a few weeks left, I would make videos for my children. I’d spend more time making memories. I would love on them more. And then I got thinking, I don’t KNOW how much time I have, so shouldn’t I be doing those things *anyway*? What if I *do* only have a few weeks (God has my time in His hands)? How would my children remember me?

More importantly, how do I *want* them to remember me, and what can I do about it?