A friend just sent around a quote from Erma Bombeck after she found out she was dying from cancer.  Good reminder of what counts, but hard to remember to see past the small stuff:

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my partner.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love yous” and “I’m sorrys”.

Rest in Peace, Erma.