You never know when a loved one will die. This is a painful truth. My family profess our love for each other every time we part because we know this. And thank goodness we do. Last Thanksgiving my brother-in-law walked out the door and killed himself one week later. Thread
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The last thing he heard before he left was my 2yo son say, “I love you, Uncle.” Despite what he did none of us have to wonder if he knew how we felt. We TOLD him explicitly at every parting. He heard it over and over. He didn’t believe it and that’s sad. But we did all we could.
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Other family members over the years have died in sudden ways, too. You always strain to remember your last words. You wonder if they knew. Why wonder? If you have kids at home and a job, you part from them every morning. Establish a goodbye ritual.
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Every morning before I leave I kiss each of my kids and tell them I love them. I task my son with saying his prayers and protecting his sister and tell him that’s his job. I tell my wife I love her and kiss her goodbye. If I die on the road, they know I love them.
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Do you just stumble out the door in a foul mood as you leave for work? Why aren’t you maximizing your time together and making the most of your partings? If you die that day, what would be their final memory of you? Be mindful of the unknown future and plan for it.
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And even if you don’t die, is professing your love for each other wasted? If you all live to the age of 90 and say you love each other every day, have you lost something? Spend the time. Say what you need to say. Plan just in case. Build tighter bonds in the meantime.
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