I'll ad a prayer also.
I was named after my godfather. He most likely the reason I got into hunting and fishing. My dad did very little but my godfather collected guns and would sometimes show them to me. He was in the 8th AirForce in WWII. His B17 was shot down over Belgium. He escaped capture and got back to England. He went home and started an autobody business and that's where he passed. He got lead poising so bad they could not get blood through a standard needle. They got that cleared up and then he got cancer. He was in remission three times. The last time he was very weak. He wanted to go to his secret fishing hole one last time, but his wife was against that! I was young and strong and I offered to take him. I told them I could carry him if needed. Nobody, including his wife knew where his secret fishing spot was. He took me there as long as I promised to NOT tell anyone else. All these years later I have been true to my word. He passed not long after. I was so happy and proud that I could get him out one last time. The lesson here is.....go do it, whatever "it" might be. It may be the last time you ever do. God Bless all.