What Is Time To A Fool?
There is a common statement made when a friend or loved one passes that is made. That statement:
There wasn't enough time.
We are guilty of saying this. I know that I myself muttered this very statement the night that my father passed away on January 23rd. Just not enough time to do or say those things that ring in your head after the passing.
It has been nearly 10 days and with much thought I realized that there was in fact plenty of time given to say those all to important things. With each person that is in our lives we hold the key to that ticking clock. It is up to the individual to utilize this time correctly that we are given.
We rush around in our daily lives taking care of work, family or whatever in order to get things finished. Taking no time to stop, looking around at those important people to say something that we mean. We assume that they know we care so we let the words die to a whisper only in our thoughts till they disappear with something else to do or say.
As we walk our paths taking a moment to smile, hug, kiss and communicate is something that we should do without hesitation. Sharing this with you proves this point.
The day that my father passed away I spent the entire day with him downstairs. Not something that I normally do especially on a Friday as this is one of our busiest days before the weekend. I did not work, I did not bring my lap top downstairs, I did not tell him I loved him. The thought went through my head on 4, yes 4 separate occasions to say it but I did not. I was distracted in cleaning him up, feeding him, cleaning his bedding and the entire downstairs. No words of love entered but I had thought to say them. We did carry on small conversations but that was about it.
When he passed in his chair my first thought was what I did not say and not having time. Yet now I realize I did have the time. I just ignored the compulsion to say it, letting other mundane tasks to take precedent over the words.
I take comfort that I had told him many times before that night that I loved him and he knew it. But it did not make me feel better at the time of his passing.
Realizing that life can be taken away at any given moment we need to take that time we are given and say what is on our minds.
Look at your family and close friends. When was the last time you told them how you felt?
Utilize the time you are given with those around you wisely. And always remember; What is time to a fool?
There wasn't enough time.
We are guilty of saying this. I know that I myself muttered this very statement the night that my father passed away on January 23rd. Just not enough time to do or say those things that ring in your head after the passing.
It has been nearly 10 days and with much thought I realized that there was in fact plenty of time given to say those all to important things. With each person that is in our lives we hold the key to that ticking clock. It is up to the individual to utilize this time correctly that we are given.
We rush around in our daily lives taking care of work, family or whatever in order to get things finished. Taking no time to stop, looking around at those important people to say something that we mean. We assume that they know we care so we let the words die to a whisper only in our thoughts till they disappear with something else to do or say.
As we walk our paths taking a moment to smile, hug, kiss and communicate is something that we should do without hesitation. Sharing this with you proves this point.
The day that my father passed away I spent the entire day with him downstairs. Not something that I normally do especially on a Friday as this is one of our busiest days before the weekend. I did not work, I did not bring my lap top downstairs, I did not tell him I loved him. The thought went through my head on 4, yes 4 separate occasions to say it but I did not. I was distracted in cleaning him up, feeding him, cleaning his bedding and the entire downstairs. No words of love entered but I had thought to say them. We did carry on small conversations but that was about it.
When he passed in his chair my first thought was what I did not say and not having time. Yet now I realize I did have the time. I just ignored the compulsion to say it, letting other mundane tasks to take precedent over the words.
I take comfort that I had told him many times before that night that I loved him and he knew it. But it did not make me feel better at the time of his passing.
Realizing that life can be taken away at any given moment we need to take that time we are given and say what is on our minds.
Look at your family and close friends. When was the last time you told them how you felt?
Utilize the time you are given with those around you wisely. And always remember; What is time to a fool?
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