ever too late…never

March 1, 2015 at 4:42 pm 5 comments

Entry filed under: feelings, life, memories, Personal, poetry, ponderings, Relationships. Tags: , , , , , , .

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  • 1. The Adventures of Rosebud  |  March 1, 2015 at 7:25 pm

    I’ve reasoned like this before too. But lately I’ve started thinking about it differently, more along the lines of showering the people I love with love. And if the love is not returned, it doesn’t actually matter. Because at that moment, that was what I felt and that was what the person deserved.

    • 2. words4jp  |  March 1, 2015 at 7:39 pm

      I agree. I am just feeling the guilt of three years ago – 3/19/2012. And thinking about a few recent situations that – I am not saying I regret them – but has me wishing the person I should have said those words to – was still here. Saying them before the lid on a casket is closed haunts me.

  • 5. MichelleMarie  |  March 2, 2015 at 10:43 pm

    You know what? When I Gma Antell passed away I remember thinking when was the last time I told her I love her and I could not remember then I worried did she know! Well of course she knew but still from that day forward I always tell people that I love I love them. I love you my friend! 😀 ❤ I do!


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