One of the things I find horribly frustrating about the apparent high level of anger and resultant violence is that there are a lot of people who don’t realize (or seem to care about) how fragile life is and how precious.
I spent a lot of time thinking after 9/11 (as I’m sure we all did) about this. How many people went off to the office that day with silly, unimportant issues left unresolved between themselves and those they loved and never had the chance to make them right? How many people who were left behind forgot, that morning, to say “I love you” or “I forgive you” and will never be able to in this life?
I was reminded of this again over the last couple of days with the injury to and death of Natasha Richardson. I can’t imagine the pain of her husband, children and family — what must have seemed like the slightest, least important of falls and suddenly she’s no longer with them. Mr. Neeson and his sons and the Redgrave/Richardson families are in my prayers. May the Lord comfort them and give them His Peace.
I know some people read this — please, if you do, take a minute now and resolve the petty things we all fight about with those who matter to your life, for their sake as well as your own. After 9/11, no matter how irritated I get with my husband, I never leave him (for extended periods, obviously — we’re not talking about the next room here) without saying “I love you”. You never know if you’ll get another chance.