But duty called, and I sat down to organize my thoughts. Then I ran across this post by ASM826 about one of his old friends:
The last time we talked was Tuesday evening. Same sarcastic jokes, same comfortable friendship.I'm sorry, my brain just stripped a gear. I could write something about the meaningful struggle, about inspiring personalities, about the man in the Arena. It's all there, in that place inside my head.
I should have told him I loved him. Because I won’t get another chance.
Wednesday morning, he hugged his wife, left the house, walked to a motel, checked in, and sometime that morning, he killed himself.
I don't want to look there. I look across the room here at Mom reading her book, and I don't want to play that whole "us vs. them" game. Sorry. I just want to turn up the music.
So go to the ballgamesPeace. But please don't anyone leave any comments about the need to keep fighting Andrew's battle. There will be time enough for that later. Right now, go kiss your kids and dance with your wife.
And go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children
Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth
'Cause you can't get away
Just face it and you'll be okay
5 comments:
I understand. I am 1200 miles from everyone that I know, and will be for another two years. It can be lonely, especially when you are feeling particularly mortal. As I get older and my older generation and friends continue to leave this world, I feel more mortal every day.
:-)
If I had kids and a wife, I would. Believe me.
Please take your own advice, my friend.
gfa
Right now, go kiss your kids and dance with your wife.
After all, isn't that who we fight the battles for?
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton
Yep. I give anything to be able to tell those to whom I didn't get a chance to say goodbye that I love them.
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