MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

It's a new year. . . time for new plans, new resolutions, new opportunities . . . I for one, am ready. You see, I lost my mom on December 8. She died not having spoken to me for nearly two years. She died never having met 11 of my 13 grandchildren. She died not experiencing the laughter that goes on in my kitchen every Sunday. I will never know or understand why, but I know that she missed some very precious opportunities. We never know what tomorrow holds, girls . . . don't take it forgranted . . . don't miss the opportunities.