We all have those days when you wish for it to be 5pm or those weeks that you wish it was Friday. 10, 7 or even 3 years ago I would think nothing of wishing a week away. I find myself occasionally wishing for the clock to hit 4pm so I can get home to the family. But wishing time away now has a new meaning for me.

I have a friend who recently suffered two tragic losses and she made the comment that she wished time would speed up so she could join her loved ones in heaven. I found the irony in her comments. Here we were, two grown women, one wishing to subtract time from her life and the other desperately trying to turn back the hands of time.

One more day of watching my husband ride his bike. One more minute of getting a hug from E. Just one more second with my family. Please God, just one more of everything.

Time is a precious commodity. It’s something you can never get back. We spend it frivolously and without any thought. We can’t earn it back no matter how hard we try.

Since getting my final diagnosis 3 yrs ago, I think of all the moments I can’t get back. I cringe at the time I spent yelling at E or being mad at Chris. Time I can’t reverse. And I would in a heartbeat.

Hug your loved ones tighter. Don’t get angry about waiting in line. And take the time to appreciate the time you do have. Time is one of the greatest gifts God has given you. The other is life.