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    • #13491
      skippy1965 Cynthia

      As the holiday season continues, I wanted to follow up on my Thanksgiving post about writing a note of thanks to someone who had made a difference in your life. I thought of the below song by Trans-Siberian Orchestra called “Someday”. The link is to a live concert video of Kayla Reeves a young 23 year old blues singer who conveys a tremendous amount of raw emotion into this song about a daughter reminiscing about her parents who have passed on. It is a lament of not telling people how you feel about them while they are still around and alive to hear it. As one who has relatively recently experienced the loss of both parents as well as both of my two brothers within a short time frame, the message hits home with a particular poignancy for me. One line in particular stands out:
      “Do words unsaid ever really count?”

      We often forget that on any given day, we are not promised that we or our loved ones will see tomorrow. We often, as the song says, figure “I’ll have to tell them…..Someday”.
      Well for some of us that “someday” will never happen on this earth and that is a true tragedy that is within our power to prevent. Please think about the people in your life who have meant and do mean the most to you and be sure to TELL them how much they mean to you…not tomorrow or next week or next year….but RIGHT NOW. Best yet, put it in writing along with telling them as then they will always have that to look back on in future years when we have moved or passed on.

      Let me be the first to tell all of you ladies here on the site how much each and every one of you has touched my life in just the few short months I’ve known you! I won’t name specific names here but you know who you are! I don’t know how I would have made it through without you and I thank God everyday for the blessing of knowing you all!. Thank you for the love and support!
      December 1st, 2015

      He won the war
      In a foreign land
      That was no hero
      That was my old man

      And he came back home
      Where he met his wife
      And he raised his kids
      While he made a life

      Now he never preached
      Though he always knew
      And we watched him close
      Just to pick up clues

      And sometimes late
      In the dead of night
      I can see him there
      In the pale moonlight

      I am trying
      And I don’t know how
      And I don’t know when
      But I’ll have to tell him someday

      And as for this woman
      My father wed
      We knew we were loved
      With the words unsaid

      And when we were young
      She taught us all to read
      And then one by one
      She would watch us leave

      Never saw her cry
      For she hid her tears
      As one by one
      We would disappear

      But of course we’d write
      And of course we’d call
      Just to hear her voice
      Whenever we would fall

      I am trying
      And I don’t know how
      And I don’t know when
      But I’ll have to tell her someday

      So I wrote these words
      And I hope they last
      For the years have come
      And the years have past

      Think of all they gave
      Think of all the debt
      But can’t find a way
      To repay them yet

      For the days still come
      And the debt still mounts
      And do words unsaid
      Ever really count

      But sometimes still
      In the dead of night
      I can see them there
      In the pale moon light

      I am trying
      And I don’t know how
      And I don’t know when
      But I’ll have to tell them someday

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      Someday, like Tomorrow, never comes.
      It has been some years since my father passed away. I was in my second marriage at the time. I had brought my father home from the hospital after his landlord contacted me about him and I had to send him TO the hospital. He was a good strong man before this. He helped me uproot an old tree stump in my yard. Due to family issues and some disturbing with the kids, I had to put him in a home. Tomorrow, I would go see him and a few times I did. But there were always things to do and tomorrow I would visit again. In the middle of the night I got the call from his Dr. He was in the hospital having fallen out of his bed at the home.

      As I began to step out of the elevator at the hospital his Dr. saw me and shook his head. My foot, raised to take that step, like my world,


      Tomorrow never came and anything I could have said or done would never be.

    • #13793
      skippy1965 Cynthia

      Oh Rosaliy! I am so sorry. I too have regrets over things I never told my parents before they passed! I hope some others see this post and reach out to their own loved ones before it is too late! Thank you so much for sharing this difficult topic! Itswhy I cry almost every time I hear that song! If its any consolation, I hope he knows now in Heaven how much you loved him!

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