Say I Love You, before it's too late.
I found myself crying a bucket-full of tears early this morning. :| I was literally broken hearted from what I've read. Yes, I cry very easily. Even small things could make me burst into tears. Why was I crying? It was because I happen to came across with this featured story on Yahoo! (I bet you've read this one too), it was about Paul Flanagan. A sad but true story to be shared, about a loving dad and husband, who did what he could in the little time he was left for his family. From their country cottage filled with memories of Mandy Flanagan’s late husband Paul, she shared with us their story.
Paul, a teacher, who died of cancer at the age of 45 in November 2009, passionately believed his children, Thomas and Lucy, should have more than just fading photographs to remember him by. For the children were only five and one-and-half years old at the time of his passing. “There was nothing more important to Paul than being the best father he could be,” says Mandy.
“When he knew he was dying, there was NO time for self-pity. He became absolutely focused on doing whatever he could to continue being a good dad to them throughout the years, even though he wouldn’t be here in person.”
(CLICK THE PHOTO TO READ THEIR FULL STORY.)
We all have a finite amount of time in this world, some less than others. And it is not the amount of time, rather how we use it which truly matters. Ever so often we get absorbed by our daily rat race and tend to take our loved ones for granted. Perhaps it is time we slow down and re-examine ourselves before it is too late.