That remains
a treasured memory. And when someone we love
dies, we often reflect on our last words or maybe even our actions. There are times of course, when sadly, those
last words spoken could be angry words or unkind words.
My thoughts
are landing here this week because last week on the 9th October it
was the second anniversary of Jane’s great-niece being murdered during a night
out in Oswestry. She was just 22 with a whole life ahead of her. Just a few months before that, again very
suddenly, Becca’s grandmother had been found dead in her bungalow by her
cleaner. She was 70 and suffered a stroke.
And then on the 10th October we were back in Cornwall for the funeral of Gary Parnell. Our son’s brother-in-law who died by suicide at the age of 35. Gary had been fighting his demons for some time but had always reached out to family or friends who had helped him through the darkness and despair.
But sadly, not
this time leaving his family and friends asking those questions about the last
conversation and the last words.
I was
reminded of that adage, ‘send me flowers when I can sniff, not when I am stiff.’
Just how good
are we at telling someone we love them. Just how good are we at making every
effort not to let anger have the last word.
And
“don’t sin by letting anger control you.” Don’t let the sun go down while you
are still angry…
Ephesians 4.26
Let us not
take people for granted, let us not take our family and friends for granted,
let us seek as much as lies within us to live in peace. Today is the only day when
we can say, I love you, I forgive you, let us talk, let me talk, I need help.
Have you
ever seen that sign in a pub, ‘free beer tomorrow.’ Think about that, it’s simple and yet
profound. I will tell them tomorrow, I
will say sorry tomorrow, I will forgive them tomorrow, I will tell them how much
they mean to me tomorrow, I will tell them I love them – tomorrow, only to
discover it was too late!
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