It was about 4:30 AM on this day on January 5, 2019, that I received a phone call from my daughter, Tara. She requested my driving her to the emergency room because of a kidney stone problem.
Little did I know that this would be the last day I'd see her alive. The accompanying photo was taken a few days before as she stood by the Christmas tree she'd decorated.
Memories flood my memories and also reminds me of how each day and association with a loved one holds no promise of another opportunity to communicate. I'm reminded of how important it is to leave an associate on a good note. Isn't it worthy of a reminder to separate from having no regrets if we should never have another opportunity? I knew she was in pain and hugged her with the parting words, "I love you."
Dying people, we are told, retain one last sense longer than others — that of hearing. I had no expectation, or I would have stayed with her that day. I'd have reassured her of my love for her.
The highest honor to her would undoubtedly be to serve others even as she took great pleasure in making others feel good about themselves through her beloved passion as a cosmetologist. So, there's a lesson for all of us!