Dearest Readers,
Sometimes real life intrudes on my blogging world. Studly Doright becomes David and Nana (Leslie) has to speak her mind:
We had dinner a week ago with a lovely couple at David’s office Christmas party. I’d met them briefly before, but at this dinner we were seated next to them. We had a great time getting to know one another. They were both near our age, raising a blended family, some kids grown, others still at home.
David called a few minutes ago to tell me the husband had just died. He couldn’t tell me more at the moment.
So one week ago this man was a vital, living human being with hopes and dreams and a beautiful family. No one could have predicted he’d be gone on this date.
Whatever petty grudges you’re clinging to. Whatever perceived slights. Get past them. Forgive. Forgive. Forgive. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed and your pride won’t keep you warm.
Not a one of us is without blame in this life. We’ve wronged others and we’ve been wronged. “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us” rings a bell.
Pick up that phone. Call your sister. Call your brother, your mother, your dad, your niece or nephew, your child. You don’t even have to say you’re sorry. Just say, “I love you.”
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz Copyright 2015 by Leslie Noyes.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Oh that’s terrible.. Makes you value life a little more when reading this. His poor family, just horrible.
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I know. Apparently he was putting up Christmas decorations and fell. My heart just aches for the family.
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Why must it take tragedy to remind us this basic truth? Thank you for the reminder despite the cause.
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David is from a large family. His sisters were always so very close. Then one’s son ruined the other son’s wedding. Everything blew up. Now the sisters don’t acknowledge one another. It’s killing their mom who I adore. Life’s too short for this nonsense.
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I know that. I am eternally grateful that despite a 20 odd year estrangement, my father and I made our peace and reconciliation before his pancreatic cancer diagnosis. I never have to wonder if our rapprochement was driven by impending mortality and not an unbiased desire for healing.
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Thank goodness! We deal with enough guilt in our lives.
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How awful
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I know. Breaks my heart.
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