I was just reading a memory of John Alley by Luke Alley, and something he said struck me. "However, the next sunday John left me a message, the last message he actually left me..."
It made me think. When was the last time I told my loved ones that I loved them? Or simply, when was the last time I talked with my family and friends? I thought the other night, "I always want to be able to remember the last time Ben and I kissed."
Life is so fragile. If I have learned anything from this awful tragedy, it is to love more. Be more open to the wonderful people surrounding my life. I don't ever want to think that I lost someone in my life, and they didn't know that I cared for them. I pray that I will never forget the wonderful people in my life!