The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe
This year has been one with way too many funerals. Precious souls who have been wrenched from our lives. Sudden. Untimely. Unfair.
At each service while listening to friends and family share how the departed enriched their lives, I’m reminded of a song that states, “Give me roses while I am living.”
Am I doing enough of that? What would I say about someone, about what they meant to me, about their character, and what I really appreciated about them, during their funeral service that I’ve not said to their face?
Now, while they live, it is time to let them know.