If you know me at all, you know I have a passionate love affair with music. Music is every bit of a therapy to me as a licensed psychologist may be to you. The title of my blog brings a flood of emotions and memories to mind nearly instantly. But today, this isn't about me. Well, maybe it is in a way, but I'll get to that.
Today, a dear friend of ours lost his father, at the very young age of 58. He battled a rare form of heart disease, and although gave a brave fight to the very end, his heart just couldn't sustain any longer. Just a few days ago this brave man called his wife, siblings, and children all to his hospital room and advised them that he was at peace with his life and no longer afraid of leaving this earth. What a brave, noble, and heartfelt statement to make to your loved ones. I have no idea what my friend is feeling at this moment. I can only imagine the heartache, anger, regrets, etc that may or may not be flooding his mind. But I do know that my friend loved his father dearly. And although it may not have been easy, he was an amazing support system to his father in his final moments of life.
Alas, all of this makes me think...
I know that my father is aging. I know that his health isn't as what it once was. He doesn't monitor his diet or blood sugar as he should. He isn't as active as he should be. I don't know what tomorrow will bring and I have no clue how long my father will be with us. I need to make more time for him. I should visit more often. I need to stop letting life get in my way, and just make more of an effort. It's so hard to say goodbye, and I don't want to have to do it with regrets of not saying today what I should have...
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