Too Late

For the past several weeks, as I left the house with Sylvester each day for our morning walk, I paused a moment as I passed my neighbor Pat's house. I hadn't seen her out and about recently; we usually catch up on each other's lives when we cross paths out walking. 

"I should call her," I thought. I ran into another neighbor, Michelle, who told me Pat wasn't feeling well; some sort of stomach issue. "I should definitely call her," I thought.

Then I'd arrive home, and life would happen, and I didn't call her. Last night, I got a call. Pat was found dead in her home yesterday. 

She was found leaning back in her favorite chair, eyeglasses in hand, Bible on the table next to her. It looks like she died peacefully.

No need to call her now.

Late this winter, as my rounds took me past the facility where Joie lived, I would think, "I'm feeling better. I need to call Julie (her daughter) and set up time to stop in for a visit." Joie was on the Alzheimer's road. I'd only met her a few times, and I'd quickly learned to love her. She hadn't lost her spunk or her love of life and beauty; she was delightful.

Then I'd arrive at my destination, and I didn't reach out to Julie, and last month, she sent me a note. Joie had some sort of stroke one night a few weeks prior, and never really woke in the morning.

No need to visit now.

I am sad. I am sorry I didn't listen to the voice telling me to reach out to these lovely acquaintances. I do know one more visit with me wouldn't have changed much in the course of either my life or theirs, yet I am mourning the lost chance for one more moment of connection.

As often as I remind myself today is the only day I have, sometimes I manage to forget this is also true of everyone else. I fell into the trap of thinking I could call tomorrow, not knowing tomorrow would be too late.

I hope, if/when I hear the voice again, telling me to reach out, I will remember to listen today. 

Rest In Peace, my friends.