I am in my twilight years. I am struck by the inevitability that the party will end. And one clear, cold morning after I'm gone, my spouse will awaken in the warmth of our bedroom and be struck by the pain of learning that there won't be any "tomorrows."
No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "in a minute."
Sometimes, what we love the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye or "I love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick.
This is true for marriage - and old cars, and children with bad report cards. And lovable dogs with bad hips. And aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
We keep treasures - like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are some people who make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important, like friends who are special. And so, we keep them close!
Suppose one morning you never wake up, do your friends know how you really feel? The important thing is to let your true friends know your deepest feelings, even if you think they don't love you. So, just in case I'm gone tomorrow, please be sure to vote against that asshole, Obama.