Thoughts

  At Long Last hubby Jim is home from his ‘buisness’ trip, and last night i could wait to cuddle up in bed and finally have some sleep, well wouldnt you figure…. There was no sleep for me last night and the reason was, I was trying to figure out what i would write in my blog today… Hmmm… So what did i decide on??  well that is a great question as i have still not figured out what it will be.

  There are a couple of things that i have in the future to look forward to, one of those things were to happen on Saturday evening, the family was going to go to a friends house for a themed party ‘high roller casino’ we were going to play with play money and was going to be a nice evening. The reason i am saying was and supposed to is because yesterday afternoon i recieved an email from the friend letting me know that the pary was to be postponed due to a death in their family…. Hearing this news made me soo terribly sad, this death left two children aged 8 and 2 without their mother and a husband with out his wife.

  I think this is what has been bothering me for the last little while and perhaps the real reason i wasnt sleeping last night, strangly i also recieved an email poem from another friend that i would like to share …

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more
If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,!
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say “I love you,”
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will l always be another day
to say “I love you,”
And certainly there’s another chance
to say our “Anything I can do?”

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn! ‘t take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you’ll always hold them dear

Take time to say “I’m sorry,”
“Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”
And if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll have no regrets about today

  This poem, and the events in my friends life has really made me take notice of my own mortality, I think tommorows blog will be one that i have often thought of but have never had the nerve to accually do, i think it is time.  Stay tuned….

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2 Responses to “Thoughts”

  1. truddle Says:

    I am sorry to hear about your friends friend… very very sad – I will keep that family in my thoughts.

    I have seen that poem before and it is a good reminder to all of us!

  2. shepet Says:

    waaaaaa!!!! that poem made me cry.. the ugly cry.. how true that we often take tomorrows for granted.. Terri.. I love you..

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