Wednesday, May 19, 2021

We Are Not Meant To Know All Of The Answers


One day last week, Lisa was getting ready for work. She swung her work dinner cooler bag over her shoulder. Grabbed her huge travel mug of iced coffee. The kids and I walked her to the entryway. Lisa handed me her iced coffee to hold while she put on her work shoes and tied them. Neither one of us was expecting the loud knock on the side door. 

Lisa opened the door. A woman was standing there with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. The woman handed them to her. Lisa thanked her and shut the door. 

The card was addressed to me. 

My mouth fell to the floor.

I was wide-eyed.


Lisa buys me flowers once in a while, but she picks out the bouquets herself and surprises me when she gets home.

I was going to ask her if she had made arrangements for a flower bouquet to be sent after she left for work, and they delivered early...

But, I didn't. 

Because even though she loves surprising me with things, this wasn't her style.

After viewing the envelope of the florist card, I knew.

I got a little teary eyed.

I was slightly speechless, which doesn't happen often.

In short, this bouquet is from someone I haven't seen or heard from in almost 25 years. 

Prior to this bouquet being delivered, I had reached out.

We exchanged a few emails. 

I'm not going to go into details about who and why. 


What I will say is this...

Life is short. 

Too short. 

Over the past decade, Lisa and I have both lost friends and family due to illness and old age.

We're getting older. 


We all have cracks and chips in our halos. 

We've learned not to go looking for the reasons. 

We're not meant to know all of the answers. 

It's never too late to break the ice.

Start over.


Write some new chapters.

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