One more moment . . .

This incredible man turned 85 on Saturday. My grandpa has always been a hands-on guy. When my cousins and I were young, he made forts with us. Not your run-of-the-mill fort, but actual wooden structures. He spoiled us rotten, even making us wooden swords one year, which looking back probably made our parents worried sick.

He’s also my last living grandparent, and Friday night I was telling my husband how I wished I could blow off all my responsibilities and spend the day with my grandpa. My husband’s response. “So do it!”

I came back with excuses of why it was irresponsible and blah blah blah.

He shut down all my yammering by asking one simple question. “Will you regret it if you don’t go?”

My answer was a resounding yes, as you can see from the photo.

I lost someone recently. She passed away unexpectedly, and it shook me. To be honest, she kind of drove me crazy, but man, do I miss her. I miss her serenading me with songs she made up on the spot. I miss our conversations about our pets. I miss her. I thought we’d have a lot more time together and my last hurried words to her were, “I’ll see you later.”

It’s so easy to get lost in our busy lives. I have a lot of important deadlines coming up and there is so much to do, but there will always be more to do. I won’t, however, always have more time with my grandpa.

Time is precious. It’s important to choose where we spend our time because tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. I’m not trying to be morbid. For me, it was a reminder to cherish the people important to me. Treat every moment with them as a gift. That doesn’t mean every moment will be exciting. Some moments might be incredibly irritating, but it’s one more moment together.