I had the occasion to go to a funeral this morning for the 56 year old daughter of my 84 year friend who meets religiously with our men's group every Friday morning at 6:30. It seems the older I get the more frequently I am reminded that every day is precious to us. Perhaps that is why they call it the "present"! I can tell you that I feel blessed to have been there and want to pass on a tradition that the deceased had brought into her family - instead of saying goodbye, she always said "Love you!" when hanging up the phone or parting company with someone. I think we should all take note...wouldn't it be awesome if the last thing everyone remembers you saying to them is, "Love you"...
Love You!
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