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Sorry It has been so long since I have written. My life sort of took an interesting turn and things are not quite what I expected they would be right now.

Usually I write a review on a product or place which has left an impression on me. Today, I feel compelled to go somewhere else. Somewhere I don’t like to go. A dark place, a sad place, a place that is the greatest, most inescapable inevitability of life; death.

cemetary8Three years ago someone I loved committed suicide. Why this woke me with tears and completely rattled to the bone this morning is beyond me. None the less, that was the start to my day today. With that came the realization that there have been a great deal of things in my life which I have been left with a sense of guilt or dismay over. Things I never got the chance to say, or never took the chance to say. Things which I no longer have the opportunity to rectify. You see, once a person has passed on, so ends the fortuity to remedy any past mistakes. They die, and your unresolved feelings get buried along with them. Six feet under, rotting and decaying, but constantly existing with no escape. Buried, trapped in darkness, alone.

Folks, I want to take this opportunity to persuade you to do something. In fact, I am going to go beyond imploring you. I am going to grovel with you. The next time you have the urge to call someone, email them, text them, or pop in for a quick visit… take the chance. Your one gesture could make all the difference in their life. Your simple thought of them could be the thing they need to keep them going. If I had it to do over again, I would have made that call. And now, I will simply feel the guilt that I didn’t take that 2 minutes out of my day for the rest of my life. Don’t make that mistake. Make the call, friend!

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