I came to learn today from my mother that my uncle who boycotted my grandmother, i.e. his mother, is finally in good terms with her. “What happened?” I asked. “Well, you know, after the recent demise of your other uncle’s wife, all of your uncles gathered and decided to solve the misunderstanding that took place between them and led to boycotting your grandmother by your uncle,” my mom replied. Ah, great!

I can’t stop this thought from crawling into my head again. What if tomorrow never comes? I am not a pessimistic person. I always long to see the sun of a new day, yet I keep on reminding myself that the time we have in hand is not endless. We won’t live forever. Do we need such drastic events to happen in our lives for us to realize that the people we have and care for deserve to know before it’s too late that they mean the world to us, that we care for them and that we are grateful to God to have them in our lives? I wait for tomorrow with all the eagerness in the world, but I know that as tomorrow becomes present, I should not wait until it turns into yesterday. I never take tomorrow for granted, nor do I take my dear ones for granted. I may have them for many years to come, but they deserve to know with every passing day that their presence in my life means a lot to me. “Thank you.”