27 Jan Time
Last night, LeBron James passed Kobe Bryant as the 3rd all-time leading scorer in the NBA.
Tonight … Kobe, his daughter, and seven other innocent souls are gone.
In the blink of an eye, nine lights went out. And I can’t wrap my head around it.
Time is a fickle beast. In December of 2015, I was surrounded by family, enjoying a reasonably drama-free Christmas (if you know my bunch, that’s saying something.)
Six months later, my mother was gone.
Six months. What if I’d known that Christmas was our last with her? What would I have done differently?
So much loss … and there’s no way to stop the scythe from swinging. Yeah, I know it’s morbid, but I’m feeling a little morbid tonight. Out there tonight are families mourning unimaginable losses. Out there is a woman who lost the love of her life and her beautiful baby girl.
Hug your loved ones. Please. Tell them how you feel. Don’t let an “I love you” go unsaid. You don’t know which moment is the last one.
Stefin Bradbury (@StefinBradbury)Posted at 19:58h, 27 January
Well said. Beautiful and poignant.