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On my way home from coaching basketball yesterday,
I was listening to WGN; my favorite talk radio
station out of Chicago. I could tell right away
that there was something wrong by the somber mood
of the speaker. There had been a plane crash.
Two small planes collided into each other over
a northern suburb of Chicago. What made the story
hit close to home was that Bob Collins, the morning
show man for WGN, was the pilot of one of the
planes and had been killed. (I'm sure that many
readers have tuned in "Uncle Bobby"
on their car radios in the Midwest.) Later that
night, as I made my 40 minute drive to my third
shift job, I listened as the station reminisced
and paid tribute to a man who was loved by many.
They told story after story, describing him as
the ultimate friend, and a man who had lived life
to the fullest. Genuine love and affection poured
in from all over the country. The more I listened
about how this man had influenced those around
him, the more discouraged I became.
Why
you ask?
I
was discouraged because I wanted to know why we
as a culture, wait until somebody has passed away
before we tell them how much we love them? Why
do we wait until someone's ears can't hear before
we let them how much they mean to us? Why do we
wait until it is too late before we recall the
good qualities of a person? Why do we build someone
up after they have gone into eternity? What good
does it do then! We share memory after memory,
as we laugh, cry, and think back about what was
positive in a person's life. Yes, it does help
us cope with the grief of losing someone that
was special to us. And yes it does bring those
who are coping, closer together. But as we lovingly
remember this person, our words fall short of
the ears that most needed to hear them.
Just
once I would like to see a celebration of life,
instead of a gathering of death. A celebration
where stories are told, eyes mist over, laughter
rings out; and as the speaker concludes his or
her loving tribute, the person they are honoring
rises from their chair and gives them the biggest
bear hug! Wouldn't that be something! The special
person gets to hear the stories and come to the
realization that they have made a difference on
this earth. And all this is done well before they
leave their earthly bodies and go into eternity.
And when the inevitable funeral finally comes,
we can say good bye with the knowledge that they
knew exactly how people felt about them while
they were here on earth.
I
now have a stronger resolve to tell those around
me how much they mean to me. I am going to let
my wife know just how loved and appreciated she
is, not only by my words, but also by my actions.
I am going to play Batman with my four year old
more often, and in the middle of our romping,
I am going to grab him, hug him tightly, and tell
him how thankful I am that he is my son. I am
going to sneak into my sleeping toddler's bedroom,
place my lips on his chubby cheek, and thank God
for the bundle of joy he has brought into my life.
Each day I will make a point to tell both of my
boys how much I love them, whether they are four
or eighteen! From there, I am going to let family
and friends know the tremendous impact they have
had on my life. And last but not least, I am going
to let the high school players I coach know that
I look forward to each and every minute that I
get to spend with them in the gym.
Do
you love someone? Then tell them! Has someone
been an influence in your life? Then give them
a call! Has someone made a difference in your
life? Then write them a letter or send them an
email! Don't let another day go by without letting
that person know. There is something special about
a written letter that expresses feelings of love
towards another. I don't know about you, but I
have letters and cards from people that I have
saved for years, and from time to time, I get
them out and reread them. They can turn a depressing
day into one where you realize just how blessed
and loved you are.
Life
is too short to leave kind words unsaid. The words
you say, or the letter you write, might just make
all the difference in the world.
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