“Love is not only something you feel.
It is something you do.”
David Wilkerson
Every time there is a horrific tragedy that captures the national
or worldwide stage, reported on 24/7, I can't help but think about
the following post I wrote back in 2007.
There are families whose loved one was lost forever and those
teetering on the edge of life. Life is short. Sometimes shorter
than we expect it to be. We tend to think that we will be on
this earth forever. We aren't.
Tragedies happen to someone else . . .
isn't that what we think?
None of us is immune from tragedy . . . and death.
Now that I have found my "significant other" . . . again . . .
I catch myself worrying about this kind of stuff since
tragedy hit my life and it scares me to even think
about going through it again.
Rather than worry about something that hasn't happened,
I choose to be aware of how fragile life is . . . and how
beautiful and precious love shared with another is
and cherish that love for what it is . . . a gift from God.
In her book, ‘No Less Than Greatness,’ Mary Manin Morrissey speaks of a research study that explored how family members communicate with each other. Apparently, the most frequently spoken words between husbands, wives, sisters and brothers were “What’s on?” and “Move.”
She goes on to say, “We all desire great relationships but often settle for just getting by. Many of us have stopped questioning the fact that we may know fictitious TV families more intimately than we do our own.”
The most powerful force in our lives is our ability to love.
Indeed, it’s the most basic essence of who we are.
The whole idea of compassion is based on a
keen awareness of the other.
The whole purpose of life is to live by love.
Thomas Merton
One of the most important messages I want to get across in my writing is to not wait until it is too late to realize how important someone you love is to you.
While telling them you love them is so important and the words “I love you” should be expressed sincerely and often, actions speak louder than words.
To my new readers . . . I am a widow who was happily married 22 years, never expecting to be single again . . . never wanting to be single again since my husband and I had a charmed life. We worked hard, partied hard and were so happy . . . although it was not perfect. Nothing is perfect.
The tragic events of September 11 changed our lives. It horrified both of us and made us realize how fragile life is. We made a pact on 9/11/01 to never go to bed angry, always treat each “goodbye” as the last time we were to see each other and to find little ways of expressing love for each other.
It was the happiest year of our married life.
He died suddenly on 10/8/02.
Do you know how important of a gift that year was to me?
We had a great marriage, but the last year was awesome . . . the way it should be every day.
Remember my story the next time you say “goodbye” to someone you love.
How do you experience and express
your love for the people in your life?
P.S. I Love You My Captain