Life Waits For No One…
I hate when these sort of things happen, when you wait and wait and wait… and then tragedy strikes. I myself am guilty of these things, not seeing the people that I say are important to me in my life. There just isn’t any excuse to not be there, physically, verbally, to let them know they are loved and thought of. Life being as short as it is forces you to think about those things. You don’t know when it’s all said and done, all over, and the big man upstairs calls you Home.
The reason I’m on this trip is because my mom found out her best friend’s husband passed away, presumably today. She is my namesake, Christine; despite her age (she’s up there, I think in her 60s?), I have always felt a sort of kinship with her. It’s weird. My heart goes out to her; she is genuinely one of the nicest people I’ve ever known, her and her husband. They make me laugh. She and my mom have been friends FOREVER — since either grade school or high school. They grew up together.
Life waits for no one… you either get off your ass and do what needs to be done, or stuff like this happens. Missed opportunities, missed relationships or friendships, missed chances to create a memory that would have otherwise disappeared into nothingness. You can’t go back in time and make up for it; there’s only right now and the future. I hurt with the thought of what I’ve missed in my own life, chances to be with the people I love. I only wish reminders like this didn’t cost so much.