You Can’t Unring A Bell

“You can’t get it back,” that’s what someone said to me after my husband passed away. We were talking about regrets and not being able to make up for the pain we may have caused.

What my friend said stays with me, I think of those words so often, what they mean. Each word I say today, everything I do is written in history. Once the day is gone, I can’t change it. I can never get back the things I said or did, the time I had with someone.

You can’t relive yesterday.

I wanted more time when my beloved David passed away. I wanted to talk with him a little more, to say things, to hold him close, to hear him say I love you just once more. Only I can’t, my time on earth with him is over. I had my chance and now it’s gone. Aaand…

The choice was mine.

I decide the value of the time I spend with others. I decide what to say, what to do … or not. I make the choice now about the regrets I will have later. What I say and do today creates my tomorrow.

It’s not possible to be perfect, so there may be some regrets. Still, how painful they are depends on my actions while someone is alive.

There is a phenomenon that takes place with some people; they take out their frustration and anger on one particular person; treat that person in a way they wouldn’t dare treat others. The victim is usually someone close, a person who allows it, who doesn’t know how to change the situation.

This type person will suffer most when they lose someone … because we take life; take our time together for granted. We think there is always time to take care of it later. I can tell you from my own personal experience that life doesn’t work this way.

We were told on Feb.3, 2011 that my beloved husband, David, had inoperable lung cancer; probably had eighteen months. He passed away on Aug. 20, 2011.

Life is not measured by months, weeks, or days … it is every single breath.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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