Once again I have been tragically reminded just how short, precious and fragile life really is. On Friday last week I received word that the husband of a former college classmate was in an accident and on Saturday morning I was informed that he did not survive. He was only 52 years old. My thoughts and prayers are with my friend and her family as they face the reality of what has happened to their loved one. Their world has no doubt been turned upside down. As I solemnly pondered this sad news over the weekend, I was reminded of a few things. First, we should always, always, always, be sure to tell our family we love them as we—or they—are heading out the door. The phrase “I love you” may be only three simple little words, but saying that and giving a hug and kiss only take a few seconds, and it could be such a soothing and comforting memory for anyone who may have to face the unthinkable later that day. Second, if we are holding a grudge against a loved one, we need to let it go. Third, if we have had an argument, it’s time to make amends. And fourth, if we have a loved one who lives too far away to visit, we need to just pick up the phone and call them. None of us is promised another day on this earth; we are not even guaranteed another hour or minute. So should the time unexpectedly come, instead of having to say, “I wish I had…,” let’s be blessed to say, “I’m so glad I did…”
I currently live in Michigan with my husband, Donald. I have three sons and one daughter as well as four grandchildren. For as long as I can remember I have had a passion for writing. I give God all the credit for allowing me to share my writings with you.