My Grandmother passed away Sunday evening. She was 95 years old.
I keep writing and re-writing this post but the bottom line is . . . I wish I had spent more time with her. I wish I would have made more of an effort to see her, to have my kids get to know her better, but daily life just got in the way. And now it’s too late.
Why is it that it takes something tragic to happen before we realize what we should have been doing all along?
Whatever you’re doing right now, stop and take a moment to appreciate your loved ones. Call someone you’ve been meaning to. Give your children and spouses a hug. Tell someone you love them. Make the most of every day.
A hui hou Grandma.