At a stage in my life when small things mean a lot . . . I managed to locate an old friend after losing touch over twenty five years ago, and it turns out his only daughter and two of her friends were killed in a car crash in India. I spent almost an hour on the phone with him and his wife, and the lady told me how she had developed a sixth sense and that she could sense that her daughter was always near her. I did what I guess I should have done - listened to her and told her that she should be brave. Life deals some terrible cards, and nothing can hurt more than losing a loved one. Thinking about my friend and his wife, I can only hope that she passes before he does, when their time comes. He would be horribly crippled by the loss, but he would still be able to take it. If he were to go before her, it would be beyond calamitous for the lady. On a more personal note, this is why I am looking forward to my retirement. Many of my friends cant believe that I am serious about it. All Ill say is that they will see how serious I am when it actually happens. I have friends to meet, places to visit, a heck of a lot to do. I dont want to go to my grave regretting that I did not meet many people whom I had got to know and make friends with, and then miss out on spending time with in my older years. We live just once, and we only take our memories to the grave. Call me selfish if you want, but Id like to collect as many fond and happy memories as I can of people whom I care for.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 00:29:16 +0000
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