This week’s is a kind of selfish, but cautionary column; however, I wanted to put my feelings out there in print. I am truly an A+ procrastinator, and this week it came home to roost.
I have a bad, bad habit of assuming the people in my life will always be there when I am ready and available to see them.
Just as I assumed Ron Houston would always be at the bowling alley getting his own cup of coffee or at CJ’s reading the paper or just generally being around town, so I could say “hi” at MY leisure, I assumed my friend, Lorrie Ashby, would be there when I finally made some free time to call her and ask her to hang out, have lunch, or just talk, because she really was a person I wanted to know lots better.
The things I knew about her already I knew would make her a great person to have as a close friend. Tuesday, that opportunity was forever taken out of my hands when Lorrie was killed in a single-car accident.
She will never know that I thought she was probably at least 15 years younger than she was, she had the bubbliest personality and most infectious smile, and that she was an inspiration to me with her “Okay, things might be bad but we will get through it” attitude.
Her faith was really important to her, and that was probably the best thing about her for me; she made me want to go farther in my walk, so I could be like Lorrie.
All these things I wish I had told her, instead of thinking I would always have that chance “one of these days.”
My heart goes out to Craig and her kids and all her extended family, because as somebody special as she was to me in my heart, she was all that and more to them.
This is the cautionary part - if there’s somebody you want to have as a friend, go hang out with them.
Don’t wind up with tears on your face, wishing you had made the time.
Ron and Lorrie, sleep peacefully. I am so going to miss you.