"Show me now. Make it real. Don't just say some sappy shit when you're gone. Otherwise it is a load of crap."
That really hit me. I've done this. I've written letters to my girls and revised them for a time. It's been forever now. And I've gotten such a letter. My mom had them written for us when she realized that cancer was going to get the best of her: But I can also really really see her point.
If we aren't proving to those that we love them every day, what solace will they take from a letter that says, "I did really love you, sorry if you didn't realize that or I didn't show you enough." And what if you never have a need, God willing, for your family to read your death letter? Do they deserve to go through life wondering how much they meant to you? How much you cared?
Don't those that we love deserve to be told and shown every single day that we love them? That they are the most important people in the world to us? I challenge you. Write your death letter. Tell them everything you would want them to know if something happened and you weren't going to be with them again. Then give it to them. It's really that simple.
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