On this anniversary eve I must confess that I have thought of Jason all week. A memory each day is not a normal thing for me. I tend to shove them into the back of my minds closet and lock the door. Survival mode. They have been slipping out from under the door tonight. I am remembering the last time I saw him, talked with him. He was on his way to an electrical class and stopped by to see me at the salon. I was busy with a client and I recall that I didnt give him my full attention. He looked very handsome standing there at the door. We exchanged I love yous and he left. I turned to look at him as his car went past and thought to myself that he looked troubled. Ill talk to him when he gets home tonight. He never made it to his earthly home. We didnt have a talk. I missed my chance. Moral of this story? In the day to day business of living dont forget to love fiercely, listen closely and always, always make time for your precious ones. They are on loan from God and we never know when He is going to call them back. God bless.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 04:44:02 +0000
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