11 years ago I lost my father. This anniversary of his death has been one of the hardest because I have seriously reflected on how everything went down before he died. He was in a home in Minnesota, was lonely and wanted to talk to his little girl every day. I was young, self-centered and wrapped up in my own life. The last time I spoke to him he sounded exceptionally down, but I told him I was busy and would call him back. I never did, and within a few days he started having strokes. At that point he was too out of it for me to have a conversation with him and he died before I could fly out there to see him. I will always have to live with the fact that the last time I spoke to him I completely blew him off when he needed me the most. I wanted to share this story with all of you so you can learn a very valuable lesson without having to experience it first hand. Life is too short to hold onto petty shit. If you have a family member, ex-husband/boyfriend/wife/girlfriend, child or friend that you haven’t spoken to in a while because of a fight or because you “can catch up later”, remember that “later” may not be an option.
When speaking to someone, make sure you are aware that it could be your last conversation with them, because it very well could be. Life is too short to be filled with anger, hate and resentment. Replace it with love, grace and empathy. Spend 5 minutes each day to reach out to someone that you have been meaning to catch up with, and tell those that you love how you feel as often as possible. If someone is struggling take the time to listen to them or help any way you can. And Dad, I love you the most, I love you the best, I love you more than anybody. 💕