It is a very touching story ...... 
    Never neglect those that we love .. or one day it maybe too late to tell them that we love them ... or show
    how much they mean to us. 
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    A time to love...."-Ecclesiastes 3:8a (KJV) 
    Thomas Carlyle lived from 1795 until 1881. He was a Scot essayist and 
    historian. During his lifetime he became one of the world's greatest 
    writers. But he was a human and humans make mistakes. 

    On October 17, 1826, Carlyle married his secretary Jane Welsh. She was 
    an intelligent, attractive and somewhat temperamental daughter of a 
    well-to-do doctor. They had their quarrels and misunderstandings, but still loved 
    each other dearly. 

    After their marriage, Jane continued to serve as his secretary. After 
    several years of marriage, Jane became ill. Being a hard worker, 
    Carlyle became so absorbed in his writings that he let Jane continue working 
    for several weeks after she became ill. She had cancer, and it was one of 
    the slow growing kind. 


    Finally, she became confined to her bed. Although Carlyle loved her 
    dearly, he very seldom found time to stay with her long. He was busy with his 
    work. When Jane died they carried her to the cemetery for the service. 

    The day was a miserable day. It was raining hard and the mud was deep. 

    Following the funeral Carlyle went back to his home. He was taking it 
    pretty hard. He went up the stairs to Jane's room and sat down in the 
    chair next to her bed. He sat there thinking about how little time he had 
    spent with her and wishing so much he had a chance to do it differently. 

    Noticing her diary on a table beside the bed, he picked it up and began 
    to read in it. Suddenly he seemed shocked.. He saw it. There, on one page, 
    she had written a single line. "Yesterday he spent an hour with me and it 
    was like heaven; I love him so." 

    Something dawned on him that he had not noticed before. He had been too 
    busy to notice that he meant so much to her. He thought of all the times 
    he had gone about his work without thinking about and noticing her. 
    Then Carlyle turned the page in the diary. There he noticed written 
    some words that broke his heart. "I have listened all day to hear his steps 
    in the hall, but now it is late and I guess he won't come today." Carlyle 
    read a little more in the book. 

    Then he threw it down and ran out of the house. Some of his friends 
    found him at the grave, his face buried in the mud. His eyes were red from 
    weeping. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He kept repeating 
    over and over again, "If I had only known, if I had only known." But it was 
    too late for Carlyle. She was dead. 

    After Jane's death, Carlyle made little attempt to write again. The 
    historian said he lived another 15 years, "weary, bored and a partial 
    recluse." 

    While our loved ones must have the money we make to live, it is the 
    love we have that they really want. 
    Give it now before it is too late. 
    "Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition." 

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We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a
baby, then another.  Then we are frustrated that the kids aren?t old enough
and we?ll be more content when they are.  After that we?re frustrated that
we have teenagers to deal with.  We will certainly be happy when they are
out of that stage.  We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when
our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able
to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.

The truth is, there?s no better time to be happy than right now.  If not
now, when?  Your life will always be filled with challenges.  It?s best to
admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza.  He said, ?For a long
time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin ? real life.  But
there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through
first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be
paid.  Then life would begin.  At last it dawned on me that these obstacles
were my life.?

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.
Happiness is the way.  So, treasure every moment that you have.  And
treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough
to spend your time?and remember that time waits for no one?

?So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids,
until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire,
until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until
Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is
paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you
are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on,
until you?ve had a drink, until you?ve sobered up, until you die, until you
are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be
happy? Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Work like you don?t need money, love like you?ve never been hurt, and dance
like no one?s watching.