Vignettes 2


Biography | CFA | Books | Training | Newsletter | Travel | Contact | FEW | News Flash! The information arm of Bo Gritz' Center for Action is the national Newsletter. For more than ten years it was published monthly, but more recently, with the aid of good friend Richard Flowers, it has come out bi-monthly. Below you will find excerpts from past issues, to give you the reader some flavor of it's content. Vignettes from Past Issues 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 IF ONLY I KNEW I don’t think it’s good for anyone to die alone. I’ve held soldiers as they breathed their last. They have all seemed grateful to have someone who cares near. My Dad died with his crew as their plane crashed at Lewes, England, November 1944; I held both of my Grandmoms’ hand, as it should be; my Grandfather died alone, as Joe did, with no one to comfort them. We should all want to be there for those who mean the most when we’re needed. Many of our worst mental tortures often arise from not being able to say goodbye. You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon will be too late! If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep, I’d watch you breathe, savor your fragrance, brush your soft lips and weep. If I knew it would be the last time that you walked out the door, I would hold you close, kiss you long and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice speak and say, I’d record every word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it was the last time we had a moment or two, I’d touch you and say how much I love you, not assuming that you know I do. If I knew it was the last time I would be there to share your play, I’d make the most of every moment, and not a heartbeat would slip away. How often do we look to tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and conclude we’ll have a second chance to make everything alright. Will there forever be one more day to say our "I love you’s," And surely there’s always another chance to say our "anything I can do’s." But just in case, like I’ve been wrong, and your life‘s about to end. Best to say and do the little things, so nothing’s left to mend. Take the time to say "I’m sorry," "Please forgive me," and "It’s OK." And if tomorrow never comes, there’s no regrets about today. Purchase back issues here More vignettes from past issues Email Home Copyright © 2001 Bo Gritz All Rights Reserved This Site Maintained and Hosted by CWS

The information arm of Bo Gritz' Center for Action is the national Newsletter. For more than ten years it was published monthly, but more recently, with the aid of good friend Richard Flowers, it has come out bi-monthly. Below you will find excerpts from past issues, to give you the reader some flavor of it's content. Vignettes from Past Issues 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 IF ONLY I KNEW I don’t think it’s good for anyone to die alone. I’ve held soldiers as they breathed their last. They have all seemed grateful to have someone who cares near. My Dad died with his crew as their plane crashed at Lewes, England, November 1944; I held both of my Grandmoms’ hand, as it should be; my Grandfather died alone, as Joe did, with no one to comfort them. We should all want to be there for those who mean the most when we’re needed. Many of our worst mental tortures often arise from not being able to say goodbye. You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon will be too late! If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep, I’d watch you breathe, savor your fragrance, brush your soft lips and weep. If I knew it would be the last time that you walked out the door, I would hold you close, kiss you long and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice speak and say, I’d record every word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it was the last time we had a moment or two, I’d touch you and say how much I love you, not assuming that you know I do. If I knew it was the last time I would be there to share your play, I’d make the most of every moment, and not a heartbeat would slip away. How often do we look to tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and conclude we’ll have a second chance to make everything alright. Will there forever be one more day to say our "I love you’s," And surely there’s always another chance to say our "anything I can do’s." But just in case, like I’ve been wrong, and your life‘s about to end. Best to say and do the little things, so nothing’s left to mend. Take the time to say "I’m sorry," "Please forgive me," and "It’s OK." And if tomorrow never comes, there’s no regrets about today. Purchase back issues here More vignettes from past issues Email Home Copyright © 2001 Bo Gritz All Rights Reserved This Site Maintained and Hosted by CWS
IF ONLY I KNEW I don’t think it’s good for anyone to die alone. I’ve held soldiers as they breathed their last. They have all seemed grateful to have someone who cares near. My Dad died with his crew as their plane crashed at Lewes, England, November 1944; I held both of my Grandmoms’ hand, as it should be; my Grandfather died alone, as Joe did, with no one to comfort them. We should all want to be there for those who mean the most when we’re needed. Many of our worst mental tortures often arise from not being able to say goodbye. You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon will be too late! If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep, I’d watch you breathe, savor your fragrance, brush your soft lips and weep. If I knew it would be the last time that you walked out the door, I would hold you close, kiss you long and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice speak and say, I’d record every word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it was the last time we had a moment or two, I’d touch you and say how much I love you, not assuming that you know I do. If I knew it was the last time I would be there to share your play, I’d make the most of every moment, and not a heartbeat would slip away. How often do we look to tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and conclude we’ll have a second chance to make everything alright. Will there forever be one more day to say our "I love you’s," And surely there’s always another chance to say our "anything I can do’s." But just in case, like I’ve been wrong, and your life‘s about to end. Best to say and do the little things, so nothing’s left to mend. Take the time to say "I’m sorry," "Please forgive me," and "It’s OK." And if tomorrow never comes, there’s no regrets about today.

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