We Know Not The Day Nor The Hour


(author anonymous)

One day someone's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away never to return before we can say good-bye, to say "I love you."

So while we have it... it's best we love it... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken ... and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage and old cars... and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special ... and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a "keeper"! Then I sent It to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life.

Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends know you love them.

Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.

And just in case GOD calls me home ... I LOVE YA!!!

...Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised.

The value of an internal editor like the one in LegacyStories.org comes to the fore when we wish to reflect.  Today in mid-January 2018 I used that capability to retrieve and share a heartfelt expression of familial love with my family.  We lost Donald Johnson at the age of 53.  There is an emptiness in the my heart and I want to let my family know that we are all a bit poorer in losing someone who we can see in our minds eye.  

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