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Before it's too late......

In life and in relationships with your friends and family there are lots of ups and downs. Times when you are close and times when you are distant. Friends have arguments, families have fall-outs, spouses have disagreements.

Most times you make up pretty quickly and then sometimes you don't. And you let some time go by , and you tell yourself I'm just gonna let it cool down. And then life happens and you may tell yourself I'll get to it one day. I'll get to it when I see them again. Or maybe you thought some thing was unforgivable at the time and later you change your mind and you may forgive them in head and heart but you never get around to saying the words. And sometimes there is no disagreement at all, you just drift apart you promise to catch up one day and yet that particular task never makes it to the top of your to do list, because it doesn't seem as urgent as that laundry pile or that important project.

We should always take the position that there may not be time tomorrow. Sometimes the last time you saw someone becomes the last time you ever do. Or that this last petty argument could have been resolved with a simple apology, but now you've lost someone forever. That the most important thing you can do today is let someone important to you know that you love them. You may not get another chance.


Rest in peace Aunt Deborah. You will be missed !


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I love you woman!!!!! Xoxo

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