2:46 PM
October 16th 2009 00:42
I spent time with a family who lost a loved one today. The man was a husband for 54 years, as well as a father and grandfather. He died today at the age of 84, and when I asked, "what time did he die?", his teenage grandson informed me that it was 2:46 p.m. (not 2:45 as I had speculated). It's amazing what a difference a minute can make. We never fully appreciate the people closest to us until they're gone, and subsequently, we mull over the years, months, days, hours, and yes, the precious minutes we had the privilege of knowing them. I imagine 2:46 p.m. will be seared in this young man's mind as long as he lives. Would that all of us would mark (and make use of) the precious minutes we have with those we love . . . don't wait until it's too late to do so.
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