The P.A.

A weekly address from Patrick Adams,
President of St. Louis Community Credit Union

If Tomorrow Never Comes

On October 27th, 2014, posted in: Uncategorized by

sunriseI had an anniversary of sorts not too long ago. Not a birthday or a wedding or anything like that. Let’s just say it was a date on the calendar that allowed for reflection coupled with the celebration of life. It was a great day, to say the least. 

The day started early. The sun hadn’t even thought of poking its nose out above the horizon, yet there was no pretending: The day was upon us. Anxiety ran high for a couple of days prior, and now, with the anniversary upon us, emotion was at a fever pitch. I didn’t plan on my attention being so high, but then it dawned on me that I really didn’t control the situation.

My phone rang at about 6 a.m., and the screen snitched that it was my baby sister. Funny, when your baby sister is 50-plus, but to me, she’s always my baby sister. Sadly for her (and me too), we inherited our dad’s body clock, and 6 a.m. is usually a couple of hours into the day already.  While we were growing up, revelry was trumpeted well before the rest of the world, and we carried it forward. By 10 a.m. most days, lunch is on our minds.

From the moment I answered the phone, she started talking. She’s always been good at talking, but this was different. These words did not ring hollow. They were not the standard salutation followed by the standard “how are you — I am fine” drivel. No, her words melted me. I’m not going to share with you what she said, but suffice it to say, she was speaking from her heart with the most meaningful, beautiful, passionate, compassionate, loving, almost rhythmic verse that I had ever heard. I will never forget that morning.

By now, the specific words aren’t altogether clear in my mind, but that doesn’t matter. It was the meaning of the call that mattered most. My sister was poignant. She loves me, and she confirmed for me what every big brother wants to hear — I mattered then and now.

She took care of a lot of business that morning that, in many ways, I’ve waited for a lifetime to hear. And maybe, just maybe, she’s waited for me to say something similar to her. I will fall woefully short in my attempt at reciprocating what she said. Truthfully, I could never repay her in a like manner — her words were absolutely beautiful and truly life-changing.

I did remember that Garth Brooks sings, “If tomorrow never comes, will she know how much you love her?” Well, hopefully long before that tomorrow that doesn’t come occurs, I have something to say: I love you, sister. Our history is our memory, and it is beautiful. Whatever rollercoaster rides existed in our past are distant now.

If you have some unfinished business in your life, finish it up now before tomorrow never comes.

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