The letter had been written, typed, and carefully packed into the luggage.
A heart spilled out onto the page, sharing things that were easier to say with keyboard than with voice.
However, the man for whom the letter was intended would never read it.
His time on earth ended abruptly and he entered eternity just hours before his son would board a plane for a visit with him.
There would be no opportunity to say goodbye, to find closure, to discover what his father had wanted to say when he requested his son’s presence at his bedside.
Things will forever remain unsaid between them.
This is a tragedy.
So much time wasted.
Why do we continue to presume that we have days, months, years?
We have today. This moment. That’s it.
Is there anything left unsaid between you and a loved one?
Say them. Write them. Do whatever you have to do but make it right. (As far as it depends on you).
Let go of the small stuff that tends to accumulate in a heart and looms larger than it ever ought to be.
Forgive…and watch the self-imposed prison bars in your heart swing wide open to life and light.
In light of eternity, we are here on this spinning ball for but a moment.
Live and love with all your might.
“The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”—Harriet Beecher Stowe