The last few days I've been called names and bashed, and scolded on my own blog about something I really had no hand in - but only because I dared have a dissenting opinion.
Now, before the tskers come out (and you KNOW who you are!), I just wanted to say that it really doesn't matter. I don't care.
A friend of mine was killed over the weekend. She was someone who was once like a sister to me, but due to circumstances (she was the sister of an ex) I lost direct contact with her. Every so often, someone I knew would send along a message, and I'd send one back and we both did the 'what's in the past is in the past. one of these days, we'll have to get together for lunch.'
But life is busy - she had four children. A husband. I was engaged to my now husband and planning a wedding as well as a move. Then she got divorced and moved. I had children of my own. Somehow, one of these days just kept getting pushed into the future. There's plenty of time. Always time.
This happened to me once before. My best friend from high school - whom I had known from kindergarden - died suddenly. I'd been in touch with her and we were trying to coordinate a date to do lunch. Somehow, we could never get our schedules straight. Then she died and it no longer mattered.
Please, please, if there is an old friend you keep saying one of the days to, make today that day. Don't put it off. Find the time. The dishes can wait, the grocery shopping can wait, the vacuuming can wait.
Neither does death.
Please reach out so that you don't look back and say, I wish I had...
I wish I had.