Life Lesson Learned

I've learned an incredibly important lesson the past few years, there's a little story that goes with it. 

My dads best friend, Wayne, has always been there for us. He'd be at our house ever holiday and birthday, he was family. A few years ago Wayne's house was destroyed. We opened our doors to him like he had to us so many times. Wayne lived with us for months, always hogging the TV, pushin' us kids and my dog around like he owned the place. I finally snapped and bitched him out. I don't remember what I said, but I remember he didn't really argue back, he said a few things here and there and that was it. Wayne looked like hell, we knew he was sick, but didn't know the severity until the end. Wayne died at a friends house November 30, 2010. After he died we learned he had cancer, it wasn't treatable. He knew he was going to die, and went through all that pain alone. 

I still regret treating Wayne like I did. The last thing I ever said to him was out of anger and frustration. I don't know if he knew I loved him when he died. I'll never be able to take those words back.

I urge all of you to beware of what you say to people, you never know if it'll be the last thing you say to them.

RIP Wayne Jerome Herdina, I love you more than you'll ever know.