I had a bit of a scare the other day. I was out working the goats, and I got overworked and passed out. For the first time ever, I felt I had no control, that I was a goner.
I always thought that if I was going, I would have time to fix things you know, say a final word or two, or at least let my wife know I love her. But that didnt happen. That helpless, final feeling was kind of a slap in the face. It brought me up short. And death could come like that, you know? With no time to do anything.
So now may be the time to say some wonderful things to the people you know and love. Whether you live another second, or a full lifetime, dont get caught on short notice with loving words left unsaid.