Here today, gone tomorrow
Coming a day after what I posted for Christian, it got me thinking of what P, his aunt, told me happened in the early hours of the morning the day after God took him away. She had stayed the night to keep his mother company.
She told me she heard his father walk into his room, and then she heard him weeping out loud.
The previous day, he’d gone to work, his son was alive. The next time he saw him, he was not.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Life is so fragile and so fleeting.
My mother used to say don’t say goodbye with anger in your heart because you never know if you would see that person again.
It’s not an earth-shattering thought, it’s just common sense.
We’re also encouraged to tell people we love how much we love them before it’s too late. But sometimes, for whatever reason, we can’t. Or at least, I can’t. Yeah, it’s just me.
Pride? Fear? Whatever …
Sorry for this morose post. Blame it on Superman.
