Everyone misses someone, right? I mean, there are a million and one ways that we’re different but one thing we all have in common is that everyone misses someone. Whether it’s a friend or loved one who has passed from this life into the next or a friend who’s a million miles away (or just seems like it), everyone has felt the emptiness. Some even feel the loss of someone who’s with them now, but used to be someone else and time has changed them into someone they don’t know anymore.
You miss them because they meant something. As painful as it is sometimes, that’s a good thing.
Take a moment and think about them. Picture them in your mind. The way they laugh, the way they smile, the way they smell, and that one thing they do that always made you laugh… Now think about the last time you saw or talked to them. What did you do? Did you hug them, did you wave goodbye and then go about your life? Did you tell them that you loved them? Or did you tell them that you were out of eggs and ask if they’d grab some on the way home?
Today I write about a friend who passed away unexpectedly a couple of years ago. He was someone who would “smoke” pens and absentmindedly roll Scotch tape balls between his fingers when he was thinking. Kind and thoughtful, he was someone I could call on the phone and say, “Say something nice to me. Today has been such crap that I really just need you to tell me something nice.” He was always gracious and obliging and had an unending supply of terrible knock-knock jokes to brighten and lift my mood.
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He died that Saturday of a massive heart attack.
I actually saw him a few months before he passed. He was in town for a work-thing and we met for lunch and a quick visit. When he left I hugged him goodbye and jumped in my car, already thinking about the deadlines I had at work and what I needed to get done by the end of the day.
“Say what you need to say.” Life is precious. The time we have with those we love and cherish is precious. Seize every moment, every opportunity to tell them that you love them, or that you miss them when they’re far away. Tell them they mean something to you. Not only do they need to hear it, but you need to say it or live with the regret that you should have.
If I had a re-do, if I had known that would be the last time I ever saw my friend… I would’ve called no matter how foolish I felt (he would’ve understood anyway and laughed at me for it), and I sure-as-Hell would’ve hugged him harder.