What a terrible feeling it is to be reminded that you forgot something. My youngest sister Rahel sent me a text message on Sunday to let me know that I was three days late to call my other sister Lydia on her 25th birthday. What a horrible feeling! It is bad enough to miss your wife's birthday, or your anniversary - but I have known my sisters birthdate for much longer than my wife's. I had to call her and grovel and ask her for her forgiveness. I felt bad. I was a jerk. I was the only person in our family, or her inlaw's family who forgot. Come on! I should know better.
Here is the funny part. Even as I am writing this entry, I had visited Rahel's myspace page, which had a nice song playing on the background... no big deal right? So I am typing this entry in one window, and semi-consciously listening to her music, and I suddenly realize what the chorus of the song is saying...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-
Gimme a Break....
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