The Important Things
Last week I attended the funeral of my dear friend’s husband, who died following a short illness. He was, by all accounts, a bighearted man who always put his family first, and I never had a doubt that my friend cherished him as the love of her life. I cannot express the heartache I feel for my friend at the magnitude of her loss.
A couple weeks earlier, a blogger friend announced she was diagnosed with an aggressive, inoperable cancer. She has begun chemotherapy. It saddens me to think of her talent silenced by disease and the chemicals provided to fight it. I hope she will write again. I hope she will not suffer. I hope she knows that her words and kind heart touched many people, even those of us not privileged to know her beyond the world of cyberspace.
Prior to that, another blogger friend suffered a major heart attack, necessitating hospitalization. He’s home now, recuperating. This man knows an affinity with nature experienced by few, but he is unable now to enjoy the outdoors in the same way he did before. Still, he’s making the effort to do those things that bring him joy. He’s getting stronger day by day, but his life is forever changed.
These things have forced me to think about my own life, how I spend my time, and the people with whom I share it.
My mother has been on my mind. The anniversary of her death is approaching, and I’ve thought about the three months she visited with us just prior to her passing. I was working full time as the customer service manager of a large company. Every night I watched the five o’clock quitting time come and go as I plowed on, head down, working, working, working until six or seven o’clock—sometimes later—every night. I look back now and wonder what the hell I was thinking. My mother was here to spend time with me. I should have left every day at five o’clock no matter what crisis had just blown across my desk. I look back and . . . oh, what I wouldn’t give for a do-over.
Lost hours. Lost time. Moments thrown away.
We take a lot of things for granted, don’t we? I guess it’s the human in us. We understand our mortality, and yet when we close our eyes at night we do so with the confidence that we’ll open them again in the morning. The truth is, one day we won’t. Best to choose wisely how we spend our time.
When asked if he was having a good day, Papa—my father-in-law—often responded, “Well, I woke up this morning. That makes it a good day.”
Make it a good day, Buttercup.
Even if you don’t like Country music, you might appreciate this song by Tim McGraw.
Have a good day and a good week. See you next Wednesday for more of the Naked Truth.
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