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If tomorrow never comes.
“My husband, best friend, and whole world passed away yesterday after snow blowing and shoveling. The whole world shattered between 2:46 pm and 4:10 pm.”
My day started reading that post, and my heart broke.
Shock, sadness, and heartbreak consumed me at once when I read that a high school classmate’s husband passed so suddenly. Having followed their lives over the years and been privy to the love they shared with all of us so freely, I was stunned.
I’m the gal who reminds everyone how short life is and to live each day like it’s you’re last—within reason—yet this news pulled the carpet right from under my feet. It hit me hard and stayed with me throughout the day and night.
We expect to learn that grandparents and parents, as sad as that is, have passed. But for some reason, this news shook me to the core. My heart goes out to this woman. My words could never be enough to express my condolences. And I share in her suffering.
Over these past few years, I’ve known one too many who have passed—cancer, heart failure, accidents. Drugs, alcohol, suicide. No matter what the cause of death, we’re rendered helpless.
If you’re allowing your ego to guide you, or if you’re clinging to your insecurities and fears—just stop.
Call that friend you haven’t talked to. Apologize to that family member. Forgive. Reach out to that love you lost because of your childish reactions or take that chance in life because—why not?
We could all be gone tomorrow.
Don’t waste a single moment.
If you want them, tell them. If you need them, say it. If you love them, shout it. And if they don’t want to take part, at least you tried—then you can let go and move on.
Live. Laugh. Love.
Any moment could be our last.
Make each one count.