Kiss While There is Still Time

There is nothing worse than going to the bank to cash a check and the tellers says, Non-Sufficient-Funds or trying to draw from a special memory shared with that spouse and there are none.

One last kiss …kiss while there is still time, is the thought for today. ┬áKiss while the day is young. When I make a remark like, “Wow, death is in the air. There are so many people who died this week.” Kevin would say something like, “There are so many people who die every week.”

However, the “Duh” moment may be_ it stands true. Life is short and tomorrow is not promised. I know three elderly spouses, who are being buried this week. All couples who lost their spouses were marries over fifty years.

I am sure they can’t imagine what life will be like, now that they must go on along. I hope they have left their spouses much more than an insurance policy, but a bank full of wonderful memories to pull from when the nights are dark and the moments are sad, memories that bring joy and laughter.

When that day of death, come we have nothing else left but memories. So while there is still time, enjoy and make those memories that can last past our demise. Kiss while there is still time. Create laughter that brings tears to our eyes, and lasting wonderful moments of family and friends, while there is still time.

There is nothing worse than going to the bank to cash a check and the tellers says, Non-Sufficient-Funds or trying to draw from a special memory shared with that spouse and there are none. It is awful when we attend a funeral and nobody can find anything honestly wonderful to speak on in reference to the deceased.

It is worst when it is a spouse. The story was told once when the wife’s minister began the husband’s eulogy, he spoke of the great family man her husband was, how he was an awesome father to the children, how he LOVED his wife and everyone just loved him.

The quiet-spirited wife removed herself from her seat and started to walk toward the coffin. The family was amazed as they discouraged her and wanted her to return to her seat. She quietly said, “No son, I am fine. I just was wondering who was in the coffin? Are we at the right funeral? I don’t know that man the minister is speaking of.”

She didn’t know him not because he looked different, she didn’t know that character. She never saw him at home or any other place. So, while there is still time make great memories, not memories of harshness. Let your spouse be able to honestly say with conviction, “I had a wonder spouse, he/she loved me and I loved him/her. We made lots of memories. We kissed while the day was still young.”

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