At the age of 36 I am finally coming to the realization of something that my Grandfather was trying to instill in me from an early age:
Time is the only thing that truly matters in life.
He often would take the time to show me how to do simple little things, but those things weren't really the lesson. It was the time that he was spending with me that held the lesson. Over the years attempting to learn mechanics from my dad and step-dad wasn't absolutely pointless. Even though I didn't learn much, it was the time they were willing to spend. The many camping trips with my grandparents and my mom was all about the time.
When my grandparents called me and asked if they could have my son come over each Sunday, it wasn't just to teach him how to turn a wood block into a linked chain, it was the time they were able to spend with him. Having my brother come over to my house and just sitting on the porch drinking a beer is not about the beer, it's him being there. It's him giving me the time.
Again, over my 36 years I can look back and see the time that people have given not just to me but my family as well as my friends.
So, I urge you today, take the time to:
Play with your children
Love loved ones
Be a friend
Read a book
Start a journal
Pray
Breathe
Garden
Be available
Just be you
At the end of the day, when your time is up, it's up....
