To Dad from Allen,
I have spent my whole life working, while neglecting the more important issues of family. The attached video made me think of how little time I have been able to spend with those I have loved and those that I still love. The video brought tears to my eyes because it hit home.
Though Dad, you do not have this condition, nonetheless this is one of my regrets as shown below. I love you, Dad, and I want you to know how much I enjoy our telephone conversations.
I feel like I'm stuck in a hole at work. And the hole only gets deeper and I'm unable to climb out. I pray that some day...soon that this will change and that you and I can spend some time on the lake on a sunny day.
I was remiss in my ways for I was at work when Mom passed away. I was remiss for I was at work while my grandchildren grew up and moved away. I was remiss in not spending time, for yes I was at work and then Leah too passed away. Now I find myself in this same hole again and I am remiss in comforting and taking care of my new love Jan. But Dad, what can I do? All I can say in this short note is that I love you in every way.
Love your son, Allen
#2 of 5 Regrets Of The Dying: Think About These.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
"This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret, but as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKH13qpFhv8
J. Allen Wilson © 3/27/2014
powerful lesson
The work ethic is part of our society but it is getting the right balance that is tricky..
It used to be mainly men that had this problem.. Now women with full time careers are joining them..
Sometimes all that is needed is just to stop and think...before it is too late...
Best wishes always,
Diana
A very sentimental letter to your dad. One to treasure in the family.
Sandie