The “Lasts”
There we were at the football field yesterday for practice when all of the whining started. No, not from the players but from the moms and dads of the players. Their complaints? Their child’s uniforms weren’t right or “cute? enough, their child hadn’t had fair playing time or who was supposed to bring the snacks this time, it’s getting late, blah, blah, blah! I just listened to them and shook my head. Not to sound condescending or rude, but it just amazes me sometimes how we’re able to put so much energy and thought into so many things that really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I mean, really, is it all that important to worry or even argue about whose turn it is to be on sign duty when there are people around us who are sick or even dying?
I read on April Gilford’s blog about a friend of hers who has stomach cancer. It really touched my heart because it reminded me of a friend I know who is sick. Really sick. And, when I think about her or I see her, I always wonder how she really feels about her life. I’m sure she doesn’t take time to trivialize over the little things we think are so important. What’s really important are those “lasts? of everything. Like, what was the last thing I said to you before you went to sleep. Or how did we last say goodbye. How about that last look before they disappeared into the building. The lasts. That’s all that’s important. I wish I could get people to understand and appreciate life just the way it is. I wish people would get over themselves and just enjoy what time they have and hey people they have to share it with.
The lasts. That’s all that’s important.
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