Got a call tonite @ 10:24 from a lady we sold our first house to. She wanted to let me know that our neighbor had passed away yesterday (on my birthday of all days) ..... he was a kind old soul who has watched out for me since I was a teenie bopper... almost a year ago to the date, he called me on my cell while I was up in New Jersey relocating my mom... he said... no reason for the call, just checking on my little girl" I told him where I was, what I was doing & that I loved him and would TRY to see him soon.
A month or so ago, we were in Dallas... running around as usual like chickens with our heads cut off...we actually drove right by our old house...but we didnt stop.... it makes me so sad to know that I missed that opportunity. I think he must have been close to 90 by now... and when all of us put our houses up for sale, he told me the only way he would ever leave would be in a pine box.
I am glad he is not suffering anymore, but Im sad that I cant hug him one more time. I hope he knew that life gets crazy sometimes and even though I didnt go see him, that I did care about him. I have another older couple I have been friends with since I was 12 (27 years ago) and I keep saying I need to go see them... Im just afraid to call and find out I may have missed that chance too. I want to go to his funeral, but I think I may be coming down with bronchitis as Im wheezing & coughing up a storm. While his wife was a sweet lady, I was really closer to him... Im really torn over this as Id like to go, but I just dont know if I can. It is 350 miles each direction & Im not feeling up to par.... not to mention I am in the middle of painting my sons room... if I can physically paint while being sick.
All in all, this tells us to spend time with people you care about.... make time, find time, just do it !!
I know the paint / room can be finished anytime... I wasnt using that as an excuse.
It was just part of the scenario that was making it hard for me to decide what to do... I have been up all nite wheezing, etc... took my asthma meds and now I am all jittery.... I will have to talk with dh in a few hours when he gets up for work.
It is a good reminder to all of us that life is short, and precious. I'm sure that all of us have things that we think about doing, but just never make the effort to actual carry out.
I guess I should re-evaluate and see if there is important business I need to take care of.
Steph, your story reminds me of a sad event in my life back in the late 50s. My wife and I and 3 kids (at the time) were returning home from a vacation in New Hampshire. As we drove through Providence, we took the street on which my mom and dad still lived. We would normally stop at the house for a few minutes to say "hi" and let my parents see their grandchildren. But it had been a long drive, and the diapered youngsters were cranky and anxious to get home. So we drove by without stopping.
About an hour later, shortly after we had arrived at our house in Warwick, one of my brothers called to tell me that our dad had just passed away. It was a Saturday, and Dad had just returned to work after having lunch at home with my mom. He dropped dead of a cerebral hemorrhage shortly thereafter, on the job. He was 55 years old. I've often thought of that day with regret. My mother had probably just gotten the bad news about the time that we drove past their house. It haunts me even to this day.