Last week I saw a tweet in my timeline from a teacher who was moving schools.
Been overwhelmed by many lovely comments and feedback over past cpl of days. I wonder why it is only at the end that we tend to give this.
— Steve Box (@wholeboxndice) December 5, 2014
A little earlier in the week I had been thinking the same thought, albeit with regard to a more solemn circumstance than Steve’s journey to pastures new.
Watching the coverage of Philip Hughes’ funeral, both on TV and in print, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly emotional as those that knew him spoke of the impact he had in their lives.
As a son, brother, friend, teammate, cattle farmer, cricketing hero or friendly local, Philip Hughes appeared to pass through his life enhancing those of the people he met, by doing nothing more than being himself.
And as I watched this unfold last week, I started to wonder if Philip Hughes had the slightest inclination that people thought so highly of him? I hope so.
But it got me thinking.
I wonder how often we leave it too late to tell those closest to us how much they mean to us, or the impact they’ve had in our lives.
OK, you might be better at that than me, but what about your work colleagues, friends, parents?
Do we get too caught up in the mundane or the petty so as to leave little time for the important stuff?
For a lot of us Christmas will provide a natural opportunity for us to have these conversations. Or write a card, or a letter… or heck it’s 2014 after all… why not tweet it! #tellsomeonetheyrock