That is very good advice nancy.
Years ago my mother called me and after talking to her a short time I told her I had to go eat. I could tell she was disappointed but I was getting the evil eye so figured it was easier to just tell my mom I would call her back in a few days.
She died the next day in a fire. I never got to call her back. I talked to her for thirteen stinkin minutes because I had to go eat.
Sometimes I think God was giving me one last chance and I blew it.
So yeah, take the chances you have.
Similar thing happened with my dad, but I was twelve and my mom and her husband were in Seattle. My cousin was babysitting when my dad's gf called to say he wanted to see us. My cousin said to wait until my mom came back, even though I was persistent. An anuerysm was occurring unbeknownst to the medical staff (that never scanned his head after falling off of a roof) and he died that night.
I would hate for anyone not to be able to see their loved ones until it's too late.


