A friend passed away yesterday. He was driving to work early in the morning, his car rolled over. He died leaving his wife and two small children. We are saddened by the loss. He was such a good man. We believe that families can be together forever and that his family (and us) will see him again. That doesn’t make it any easy to not wonder why him, why at this time. It’s not easy.
When I found out about this tragedy, I was having more than the typical day. I had clearly over committed and had been rushing all day to get from place to place trying to get everything done. I almost lost it. I was already hyperventilating when I realized that here she was, my friend who had just lost her husband: alone. I still have mine and I still have my family. I rather have a so called crazy, busy, overscheduled life than to not have my family at all. I’m grateful.
I thought about the time of the day in which my friend left for work: 4 am. I questioned: Did him and his wife said their usual goodbyes? Did they say I love you? If it had been my situation: probably not. My husband is also an early “riser.” I am not. I wouldn’t wake up for “that sort of thing.” Not sure I will now but if I am going to take anything good out of this experience is to always ALWAYS remember to express my love and appreciation to my family. You never know what you are going to get thrown at you in life, you never know if that’ the last time you may see that special someone. I don’t want to live with regrets. I refuse to! (I asked Amor to start leaving me again the love notes I used to find each morning when I woke up).
In the midst of all these emotions, I remember my visit to the great-grandparents not long ago. We hadn’t seen them in a while. Because of their poor health, they are now housebound and can’t drive. It looks like sadly they don’t get many family visitors these days except from the daily nurses visits. I feel horrible it took me so long to go see them.
We had an absolute lovely time. The kids had so much fun playing with all the toys still at their house from years past. We listened to Christmas music, looked at old picture albums, and with real dissected sea horses in hand, heard them tell stories of their travels abroad.
I know we made them very happy. I also know this visit wasn’t enough. I want to be better, I want my children to have plenty of memories and stories to tell about their ancestors. I want to let go of the things that don’t matter. I want to serve more, love more. I want to have no regrets.
P.s: On the funny side: Only one thing could that mouse trap get instead of a mouse, my son’s finger (of course). Poor guy. He had never seen one of those and didn’t know what it was. What can I say? Hmmmm…We don’t usually have mice in my home…who does?
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Happy Monday Friends!