Say It... It Feels Good

It always amazes me how I can get inspiration from the oddest places. This evening Mike and I were watching How I Met Your Mother. In this particular episode "Last Words", Marshall's father dies, and he has to learn to cope with what he already admitted he was “not ready” for. And his actions prove that as he obsesses over such a minute detail of the situation he can’t control: he spends the half-hour obsessing over the last words his father ever said to him. In half an hour, he encompasses exactly what anyone who has ever lost someone too soon has felt for days, if not weeks and months, on end after the passing.


No, I haven't lost anyone dear to me recently. However, it really got me thinking. What was the last thing my father and I said to each other? It was Friday afternoon and we had a wonderful impromptu visit, just the two of us. I'm sure we told each other we loved each other when I left. My mother? Well, she called this morning when I was walking out the door to go to the gym. More than likely, I just told her that as I passed the phone to S. I have no idea what my last words were to my sister. I'm sure the conversation was fun, but what were our last words?

Right now, I know I have said Good Night and I Love You at least four or five times to the boys. Both S and J have gotten out of bed for one reason or another. Every night I tell them. And every night Mike and I tell each other - even if the evening has been a bit, shall we say, stressful. And much more often than not, we all say it when we leave each other.

So I guess I'm doing ok. But again, tonight really made me think. Thank you Marshall. We all need to...