I’m in St. Louis, MO for a family weekend. Dad and step-momster? Check. The Seester? The step-brothers? Check. Step sister in law? Check. HunkyDory and boyses? Check. My family hasn’t been all together since… well, it’s been months. And something’s eating me and I’ve got to get it off my chest so I can quit fretting and enjoy my family.
Listen to me.
At any given moment, your life can change drastically.
Friends enrich our existance in a way that nothing else can.
Close your eyes. Picture any one of your friends. Now imagine your phone rings. The voice on the other end of the line is wrought with distraught anguish.
Your friend is gone.
This isn’t out of the realm of possibility. They could step out into the street and get hit by a bus. They could be eating dinner alone and choke. They could get hit by a drunk driver.
The first thing you think of is the last time you talked to them. What happened? How do you feel? Is there anything you wish you had said or done differently?
I attempt to live my life in such a way that if I ever get a life-changing phone call, I know that I will have no regrets over that last talk. I hope that my friends would too.
Perspectives can change when viewed standing graveside.
Don’t just live like you were dying. Live like THEY might.