Since moving across the country, away from my family, I have been blessed to be adopted into many families. For this I am so grateful.
“Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile & who love you no matter what.” Anonymous
This particular family, who adopted me in, I tried, originally, to keep at arms length. They reminded me so much of my grandparents whom had passed away – whom I missed so dearly. It was a bittersweet connection for me. Not that they could ever have known, the Sunday dinners were just like back in the day when we would go to my grandparents’ home – same dishes, even similar flavor… I suppose that’s what you get when they were all from Mississippi.
For as resistant as I was to connect, they were persistent. I admit, I allowed quite a bit of time to pass since I saw them last. A text here and there… I feel so selfish. Who knew he would end up in the hospital? You know, we often think we have all the time in world. We think we or our loved ones are going to live forever… I took for granted the time.
When I got the text, Pop is going to have open heart surgery right now. Please pray. My heart nearly stopped. Wait, what!? Hadn’t we just spoke? Didn’t we make plans to visit soon? Please God… Kids, we need to pray.
I was able to visit yesterday. So good to see them and another gentleman whom I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Time echoing in my ears. How much time do I allow to pass, without ever reaching out? Without ensuring they know how I much I love them and care?
Tomorrow is not promised to us. However, live our lives for tomorrow. We live as though we have all the time in the world.
Faces flashing through my mind… People I wish to see, speak with, make things right – while I have the time…