I was sent a message by a friend who, like me, has been struggling to find a reason for all the recent losses that our small town has endured. In a community like ours, you either know everyone or you know them by six degrees of separation, so when someone passes away the ripple effect of that loss reaches everyone.
It is times like these that I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support shown to the families of those who have passed. And it is times like these that remind me to hold my loved ones that much closer.
My dad was a very emotional man who never shied away from saying ‘I love you’. He was very demonstrative about his feelings and nobody was ever left guessing about his affection for them. My mother didn’t start out that way, but she eventually found comfort in sharing her feelings as well. It wasn’t until after my parents had passed that my brother and I drew much of our strength from sharing that same three-word phrase with each other.
It saddens me that some people feel uncomfortable saying ‘I love you’. Even though they have the feelings, they are unable to comfortably share those sentiments when, ultimately, that is how they feel.
I don’t want to regret anything in the brief time that I have in this lifetime. I don’t want people to not know how I feel about them. Everyone one of you, whether we are family, friends or we have met through this blog, has had a tremendous impact on my life and I love all of you. Each of you has taken time to comment on or like the thing that I am most proud of, my writing, and I am grateful for that and each and every day. You all hold a very special place in my heart.
So, if I say I love you and it takes you off guard, just know that I am not trying to make you uncomfortable nor am I expecting you to tell me how you feel. I just want to know that I took the opportunity to tell you before it was too late.