It was the middle of...
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It was the middle of January, but Rick found himself thinking about Thanksgiving. The whole family had been there at his parents' farm in Iowa. None of them had realized then that it was the last time they would all be together again -- ever. It truly was a time to have been giving thanks. Life seemed to have a way of changing dramatically without any warning. And it was so easy to take one another for granted, so easy to take experiences together for granted, just assuming there would be other times to enjoy with each other, other experiences together to add to one's store of precious memories. Rick knew it wasn't helpful to subject oneself to the constant edginess of making the most of now just in case there was no tomorrow. But he wondered if one of the prices of living in a high-tech, highly mobile society wasn't taking too much for granted, particularly with friends and family. These days it was so easy to pick up the telephone and call someone you loved, or send them an e-mail message on the computer, or even pop in for a surprise visit in person. He wondered if perhaps people took more time to really be present to one another in centuries past when communications and travel took days and months instead of microseconds and hours. He wondered, after the car accident that claimed the lives of his sister and her family, and after the sudden heart attack that had ended his father's life right before Christmas, if he would ever be the same again, if he would ever again take anyone in his circle of family and friends for granted. -- Fannin
