I had meant to call her.
She was on my mental “to-do” list - that internal list that runs through your mind – the “I need to take my dry cleaning in”, or “I need to take the dog to the groomer” list that sticks in your brain….there’s always the, “I need to call so-and-so and see what she’s up to” thought. In my case, it was Shirley.
“I need to call Shirley.” The thought kept popping into my mind. October. November.
But life got in the way. I was busy with packing. I was busy remodeling the new house. I was busy moving. I was busy getting ready for the Homes tour. I was busy with Christmas. Busy. Busy. Busy.
I didn’t call her.
She died. Early December. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. Tragically. Shockingly.
And now it’s too late. Shirley will never know that I had intended to call her. Good intentions. Bad execution. And I am left with my guilt – of not calling her and seeing how she was doing. Of not calling her and letting her know I was thinking of her.
Don’t let life get in the way of your intentions. I found out – too late – that there isn’t always a “tomorrow” for everyone in your life. Today may be it. Call them today. Call them now. You just never know.
Rest in peace, Shirley.