I Love You

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you. The way everybody is losing their life out there in the streets, storms, hurricanes and illnesses  you never know when it could be one of us. And if it is one of us I want to at least let you know that I love you.”

I got this message one night on social media from my adopted niece. As much as I despise forwards like this I couldn’t help but feel good because she thought of me but I was also sad because this is a reality. Neither one of knows when we’ll die. Many times, when someone passes away unexpectedly, there’s one person who feels guilty for not saying we love them, for the fight we had or for the harsh words we said when we saw them last.

I remember that I used to balk at my grandma when she’d say, “Lord willing, I’ll do that tomorrow.” I asked her why she’d say that and she’d say, “You never know what will happen. I could step off of the curb today or tomorrow and get hit by a bus.” As I got older, I realized grandma was right(as always). I think the first time I experienced it was when my grandfather died. I told my grandma with tears in my eyes that I never told grandpa that I loved him. I’ll never forget her response. “He knew you did, child. He knew.”

Today, some 30 years later, grandma’s words couldn’t be any more true. Just like it says in the end of message I got, “The way everybody is losing their life out there in the streets, storms, hurricanes and illnesses  you never know when it could be one of us.”

Most days I think we take for granted that we’ll see each other tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next…time. Heck, back in my 20’s I thought I’d live forever but I know otherwise today. With all the bad things going on in our world today – mass shootings, terrorist attacks, etc – We never know when our time will be up. I’m not some doomsday pessimist but I am a realistic. We truly do not know when we’ll die or even how we’ll die. That is totally up to our Higher Power.

It’s just that I see the victims of these tragedies and think to myself that if I were in these situations and I was either the victim or one who’s left behind, “I never told or let people know that I love them.”

With this in mind, in case I step off of the curb today or tomorrow and get hit by a bus, I wanted to tell you I love you. Whether I love you, like you, hate you or despise you – I love you.  Whether you are friend or family, acquaintance or pal, friend or foe, past love or total stranger, ex friend or ex family member – I love you. I can say this because, despite all that’s gone on in my life, I know that life is to short to have regrets and resentments. Each of you have taught me and shaped my life in one way or another.

So for now, wherever you are in the world, if I should die before I see you again or meet you for the first time, whether it’s a zombie apocalypse, terrorist attack, the world is flooded again I get hit by a bus, or I have a heart attack, just know I love you.

Thought for the day: “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today? Today is a present waiting to be open.” Be sure your loved ones know you love them

***Please be sure to read more of my posts

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About Bella’s Thoughts. This is a project that I began in my mind a number of years ago when I began reading some daily meditations. I had my own thoughts on many occasions and attempted to journal many times without success. It began to take shape when I took on another project for a Spiritual Advisor and dear friend who past away. To learn more about me read my very first blog post. For more daily reflections go to... https://www.facebook.com/Stephanies-Sweetgrass-and-Dancin-1414954615472943/

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