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I just received that phone call.
The one that makes your stomach clench, the air become thicker, and the world close in.
It isn’t the worst possible call – my Husband and Kids are alright. – but it’s bad. My husband’s uncle was killed 2 hours ago while traveling from Grand Junction to Denver to watch his daughter play softball. He’s 42.
HOW? WHAT? Why?… have all gone through my mind. Through my mouth came the awkward stutter of trying to figure out what can I do? How can I help? Should we drive to the accident site? How can I make the world ok again?
Then the tears. The choked throat. The sadness and grief of losing someone so young. A Daddy that still has 3 young kids to raise. A husband/uncle that was supposed to grow old with us.
And, in a deep dark corner of my soul, a little piece of me is relieved that it wasn’t my husband, or my children. The guilt for being relieved.
There is no answer. There is nothing I can do to make it better. It just is.
Last night my husband and I quarreled and we went to bed angry. I can’t even remember what we were arguing about – but I was sure I was right and he was wrong. This morning I didn’t talk to my daughter about her silly banz because I was in a hurry to leave for work. And, to be honest, I just think they are ridiculous and didn’t want to be bothered.
Don’t make my mistake. Don’t let another day go by wasted on petty little things. EVERY single moment is a blessing. Your world – My world – can be shattered with one phone call.
Make sure if that phone call comes that you don’t regret the time you had with those loved ones….
LIVE your life, don’t just mark time waiting for a call.