In Case You've Wondered

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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

A Brief Conversation

I was talking to an insurance agent today about my policy. As we talked, the fact her brother passed away over the weekend came into the conversation.

It was sudden. He'd had health problems, but his passing was not expected.

She said: "I must still be in shock". I agreed, and told her about losing two brother to tragic accidents.

I told her how one of my brothers was the "go to" member of the family. He was a wealth of information, immediate help and did so without expecting anything in return. He honored us with his devotion to his family and it my other brother did the same with his close circle in the state he lived in and while in the service. If he'd been closer to us, he'd been the same; constantly in motion, always willing to help and generous without expectations.

She explained that was how her brother was. As a mechanic, they always turned to him for advice and he was always willing to help, when needed.

I went on and explained it would just hit her some day, without warning, and the big boo-hoo would take her by surprise.

We changed the subject, finished our business and that was the end of the conversation. The look on her face told me she was hoping it wouldn't happen immediately.

So, that's how it is. You don't feel the loss immediately. You trudge on, go to work, do what you normally do, continue with your life, but it hits you one day. A thought, moment, certain smell, inconsequential event and it all comes crashing down. The grief overwhelms and you realize it will find you again in the future.

You never forget those you placed in your heart. When they pass, they leave an empty spot and it's never filled again.

So, the moment after you read this may be the last chance you ever have to contact someone you love. Do so and remember to never neglect the opportunity again.

6 comments:

  1. I have those scabs. Good advice.

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    1. We all take each other for granted. When someone is gone, they're gone and anything you wanted to say, or do, will never happen. There are no second chances.

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  2. Each visit with family is concluded with hugs. Each phone conversation ends with the words, "I love you." If those are the last times we see each other or speak to each other, I want our love for one another to be what is remembered.

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    1. Hugs are best, but an "I love you" is second best.

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  3. I know the last time my husband saw his dad alive ended in a yelling match between him and his mom. Dad was always caught in the middle and mom is a full blown narcissist so dealing with her is hard. But I know that my husband always had the utmost respect for his Dad and it weighs on him hard that the last time he saw him was during a time of extreme hostility. (He didn't start the screaming, his mom did) I know he would take it back if he could. Scars are always there. Some deeper than others, but scars all the same. I am so sorry for the loss of your brothers.

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