A friend of mine had a sweet Facebook post today about this special date and the reminder that there is always time for just "one more hug." You never know when that hug will be the last, for you or them.
At first, I had to check the calendar. For some reason, in the flurry of getting ready for the day, I completely missed that today is Nine, Eleven. And then I had a sickening feeling. I couldn't remember if I gave my little girl one more "lovie" (what she calls a hug) as I left her preschool room this morning. I keep trying to think about it, but I just can't recall. It is always a flurry of activity dropping her off and trying to get my son out of the room. I just can't recall.
What must it be like for those who said goodbye on September 11th, sixteen years ago? What must it be like to have lost a loved one that day, or any day, and just not recall those last minutes together? Did they give one more hug, one more kiss, one more lovie? What if you just can't recall? What if you were so preoccupied with the thousand thoughts racing in your mind, that you just can't recall what you were physically doing in the moment.
It's too early to go pick her up from school but all I can think about is giving her lots of lovies when I see her. I want to make sure that I take the time to remember what her lovies feel like and to really etch those hugs on my arms and in my mind. So many, from that fateful day 16 years ago, do not get that chance.
I am going to get less caught up in the superficial craziness of "business" and be a little more intentional when I say goodbye, and a little more grateful when I say hello. I have, Lord willing, that luxury.