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Think of every parting moment. . . .
dheffley
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Think of every parting moment like there will never be another. Be it between friends, family or loved ones.
Sandy and I have some lifelong friends who loved each other deeply, but always seemed to argue, bicker and snipe at each other. When the chips were down, they would express their love for each other and stand by each others side, but on an everyday basis, they were at each other and usually left the other with a few choice words rather than an "I love you".
Early this morning, Al and Tina had their normal, "why don't you just kiss my a. . . ." breakfast and Al went to mow the yard. An hour later, Tina goes to see what is taking so long only to find Al killed over in the back yard dead of a heart attack.
Now, all she can do is bawl and wonder why they had to be so mean to each other. Like I say, if one of them were sick or in need, the other was always there with love and concern. Otherwise, the "kiss my a. . . ." was the norm and has been for the last 36 years we've known them.
Folks, Sandy and I have never gone to bed angry at each other. In fact, I don't think we've ever gone more than 30 minutes without making up. Don't live your life where something like this can happen to you. You never know when you card will be punched, and everyone will remember your last words to them.
This is sad!
Sandy and I have some lifelong friends who loved each other deeply, but always seemed to argue, bicker and snipe at each other. When the chips were down, they would express their love for each other and stand by each others side, but on an everyday basis, they were at each other and usually left the other with a few choice words rather than an "I love you".
Early this morning, Al and Tina had their normal, "why don't you just kiss my a. . . ." breakfast and Al went to mow the yard. An hour later, Tina goes to see what is taking so long only to find Al killed over in the back yard dead of a heart attack.
Now, all she can do is bawl and wonder why they had to be so mean to each other. Like I say, if one of them were sick or in need, the other was always there with love and concern. Otherwise, the "kiss my a. . . ." was the norm and has been for the last 36 years we've known them.
Folks, Sandy and I have never gone to bed angry at each other. In fact, I don't think we've ever gone more than 30 minutes without making up. Don't live your life where something like this can happen to you. You never know when you card will be punched, and everyone will remember your last words to them.
This is sad!
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Very wise words indeed!
So now all you ladies you better take fair warnin'
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband
he may leave you and never return
Yes, we must live in the moment for tomorrow may never come and the past is gone.
My current wife was married for about 20 years to a fine gentleman with a heart problem. Had the bypass surgery and watched his weight, ate right and tried to exercise. They went to dinner at their favorite resturant with their best friends and he just fell over in the resturant. She thought it was just him joking and then realized he was gone. She tried to revive him and could not! All in front of all the patrons in the resturant. He was only 62. What a sad picture. So she puts I love you stickers around the house and says it to me many times per day. Because you can go quickly and you don't want to have the regrets of anger hanging over your head.
I too cringe when I see couples treating each other with anger. The paybacks are hell and have lasting effects.
Good reminder for us all. Thanks for the post
ready to retire together - both in excellent physical shape -
both about 57 or 58.
One day SHE dropped dead of a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
He's been lost and devastated for a year now. His family is
constantly afraid he may commit suicide - he's under treatment
for deep depression. Again, a year ago everything was bright and
light!
When you see something like that, up close and personal, one
can't help but to appreciate how delicate, fragile and how
absolutely unpredictable life really is!
We've scrubbed another intended Alaskan trip in July for the
English Isles, instead. I want my wife to see some places
that she's never seen before - see them together - specifically because of what happened to them!
There is an older gentleman, probably early 60's, who comes to race at our track every weekend, comes with his whole fan-damily, kids, grandkids, in-laws, out-laws, they make a family-thing out of it,a real fun bunch, and we enjoy having them there. Instead of racing in the less-competitive "Senior" class, he jumps right into the stock heavy class, which is highly competitive, where he's racing with kids as young as 15, a fraction of his age.
Last night, he finished 5th, which isn't bad out of a field of almost 20 karts. He drove into the pits, and asked his son to help him load up his kart into their trailer. He and his son started picking up the kart, when suddenly, the old man just dropped it, started staggering, and fell over in a cardiac arrest. EMTs at the track performed CPR on him til the ambulance crew arrived. To make a long story longer, although he could pull through, it wasn't looking good. We called the hospital, but due to HIPA regs, they can't tell us anything, we have to wait til the family calls us.
Come to find out, the old man has been racing for years with a heart problem, and was scheduled for evaluations this week.
Of course. I've been tinking about it a great deal this morning.
One thing that I have come up with is that life is a crap shoot, and when your numbers up.....however, you can lay around with your hands folded across your chest, waiting for Death to tap you on the shoulder, or you can tap Death on the shoulder, just a little bit every day, just enough to let you know you're still alive, and say "Tag, you're it."