Yesterday one my acquaintances lost her husband. He died of injuries from an automobile accident. I don't know the particulars but it really doesn't matter. He is gone and she is alone. This brings up so many feelings and memories for me. I found myself back at that hospital bed holding Patrick's hand. My heart aches for her and her family. Unfortunately, all I can do right now is pray for her.

If I have learned anything in the last 10 years it is that nothing is guaranteed. You never know how long you will be with those you love. Life is short. I know that I try to cherish every minute I have with my family. I try to make those memories that will help them when I am no longer here. Be it a smell or a word. Something that will help them to remember the good times and the love we have. I want my children and grandchildren to know and remember how precious they are to me and how much I love them. I want them to know that even though I am not there to touch and hold them, I am still there with them.

How ironic that this should happen during Holy Week. A time of year that everyone is concentrating on death and the resurrection after death. Take a minute and look at those around you that are so dear to you. Don’t take them for granted. Know that each moment with them is precious and something to cherish. Don’t let those petty arguments get out of hand and cause you to miss out on time that you can never get back. Don’t miss the opportunity to tell them that you love them. Go ahead and give them that extra hug or kiss. Let them know how much you love them. You won’t regret it.

More later…