I always imagined my life would have a clear beginning, middle and end – kind of like the 100 years song by Five for Fighting. After all there is supposed to be a time and a season for everything.
Eight years ago when I pledged to become a member of a fraternity, I was overwhelmed and didn’t know how to even begin to prioritizing my time. I had just moved out on my own for the first time, was taking a full load of school, worked thirty hours a week, and had added many responsibilities as a pledge.
The one thing I regret is I wish I would have gotten to know my big brother in the house. The countless times I turned him down for lunch, to go to a movie, or hangout late night because of a test or for work still haunt me to this day. I never took the time to really get to know him like I should have. I always thought maybe later when I’m not so busy, I’ll take some time and we could become close.
That time never came, he past away Halloween of 2002. Suddenly my priorities didn't make much sense, the time I spent studying or at work seemed trivial compared to what I gave up. I always knew looking back on tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs could make me cry.
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