Nobody’s Promised Tomorrow


That’s a Gram-ism – one of those sayings that she would often say that I remember because she would often say it.  It is one of those phrases that stays with you and colors – hopefully – how you go through life and interact with each other.

This Gram-ism goes along with one of my own thoughts about life – which is if you have something nice you can say about someone – say it.  It is no skin off your nose and it makes the other person feel good. 

We have lost some folks unexpectedly in our family – Mary, whose illness came on so fast and so strong that none of us had enough time to make sure she knew how much we loved her or what an impact her leaving would have on our lives.  Nor do I think she knew she would have so little time left to get out all of that love and caring she had for all of us.  Yet, because of Gram’s phrase that sits in my head, I know that we all tried to make sure that she knew she was loved everytime we were together.

The boys lost their Grampa last year too.  He went into the hospital for what should have been a minor surgery to reverse a colostomy and he never came back home.  We had talked many times prior to that hospital stay about his life and his love of his family.  I think he felt that he had done the best he could do and he had no regrets about his life with his family.  When he left, it seems he was okay with it – even if the rest of the family was not.  His death was a real reminder that nobody’s promised tomorrow.

When someone dies you remember that life is a fragile and precious thing that should be treasured and that the friendships and connections we have with other people should be celebrated and made important in our lives.  If there is someone in your life that is important to you that maybe you have let drift out of your life, reach out and make sure that person knows how important they are to you.  It will make them feel good.  It will make you feel good.

Likewise, look at the people who you see everyday and remember to tell them how special they are and how they make your life happy.  Remember, you can always find something nice to say about someone – even if it is a comment on how pretty their eyes are or how sweet their smile – and say that thing to them.  Let them know you notice.  If you think something nice – say it.  You may not have that chance to do it later – and these are the people who matter the most, who are the most present in your life.  It is important.

Nobody – not me, not you – is promised tomorrow.  That sun may rise and we may not be here to see it – or that other person you love may not be here to see it.  Don’t miss an opportunity to say what you feel – have no regrets.

I miss my Grandmother every day.  I think of all the times I could have been with her that I wasn’t.  It is my biggest regret.  I guess I never really realized that there would be a tomorrow without her.  But her words and memories of her carry me through and I work harder to listen to them now – and pass them onto you.

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About Shelly R.

I am a Mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife, an attorney, a crafter and the granddaughter of an amazing woman - my Polish Grandmother. My Grandmother gave me so much, through her love and her patience, her sayings and her time teaching me how to craft and to give to others, that it seemed fitting to share some of that wisdom, to tell some of her story, and to chat about life and crafts in a way that would be a testament to what she gave me.
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5 Responses to Nobody’s Promised Tomorrow

  1. danielle says:

    I always think of what I would have said differently to Dad as I sat with him in that hospital room if I’d have been under the impression that I was never going to see him again when I left there. We really did think that he was going to start recovering, and go into physical therapy. In a way, I think it was good that I believed that, or I don’t think I could have left his side to take that plane ride back home. I hate thinking about how badly he wanted to kiss Emmet while we were there, and we had to keep telling him no, that he couldn’t get close to him, because of the stupid staph infection. My heart breaks when I think of that, and if only I’d known, I would have said to hell with it, and let him hug Emmet one last time.

    • And I think of how Gram wanted to live with us rather than go into assisted living and I said no because I thought she would be too isolated down here without thinking about how her family was her life and she would never be sad if we were here – and how I could have worked out of the house more so she would not have been so alone – and all the times I did not stay long with her because I had to get home to Chris where if she was with us I could have been with her the entire evening. I hate that I lost all that time with her without realizing how long it would be living without her. So by the way, if I haven’t said it yet today, I really love you sis.

  2. Barbara Antonelli says:

    Shelly,I’ve told you before….you of all people should have no regrets. You did not leave her, to do for yourself. When you were busy ,I was there with her. Remember we were a team. You took her to the Dr,’s when she had to go and I visited with her a lot after work because it was on my way home.Weekends she always wanted me there and I would take her to your house or mine. We rarely left her alone only when we were both super busy. I have no regrets and you shouldn’t either. She adored you . You were like her third child,right from the beginning. We were blessed to have her and she in turn was blessed to have us always there for her. And as you would say, it was ‘all good’….PS I love you both!

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