Even though we live blocks away from his high school, my fifteen year old son, Misael, Witzalbertie, constantly gets to school late. He has received several reports due to his tardiness.
In order to “treat” his unpunctuality, Angélica, the social worker, has called me a couple of times.
Several days ago, Witzalberto got up really late, despite his two alarm clocks. I was expecting a report or a meeting with Angélica that day. Rather, he came back from school with no tardiness report, just a sad face and terrible news: Angélica had died.
Angélica what? How? When? I was shocked.
“Well, mom,” Misael said with his condescending look as if trying to break it down for me, “people die”.
Yes, I know. People die. I’ve seen it, as I have volunteered in a children’s hospital. I’ve lived with it, my father died when I was ten. But Angélica? I just saw her. Young, maybe younger than I, and healthy-looking Angélica?
I know, we all come with an expiration date. But, still, it shocks me, and what shocks me the most is the little time we have and how fast it goes by.
Angélica’s death reminded me that life is not an unlimited-time run, the clock’s ticking...
So, if we have been thinking about calling our parents, or siblings, or whomever; or reconnecting with that special who we haven’t heard from in a while; or if we have been thinking of doing something and we haven’t, now is the time.
Today is the day to talk, to reach out with open arms, to show our love, to say we are sorry, to forgive, to connect, or reconnect. Please, let’s do it before it is too late.