This was a good friend of mine. She lived down the street from me what seems like a lifetime ago, although it was just 3 years.
She died last month, relegated to the past tense. Gone.
I knew it was coming. I knew about the cancer slowly killing her from the inside out. I knew there was a finite time to say goodbye, and I never made the time.
I know that death is as natural as life, and if you live long enough, you're going to lose a lot of friends. There is not a lot of choice in the matter. But we do have a choice about how we handle the deaths and last days/weeks of our friends and family. The only regret I have about my friend passing is that I never made that final phone call. I never reached out one more time just to tell them I love them and they will always be a part of me. That a cold PBR and Hot Tub Time Machine will always make me smile and think of them. And this is the lesson: no matter how hard it is, if you have the chance to say goodbye, do.
Just sayin'.
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