The first week of July was a hard time for me. Yes, we had just moved and getting settled was (and is) taking longer than I expected, but, there were other things happening that got to me.
The first Sunday of the month, we went to church, and came home, and as is normal, I went online and checked Facebook to see what was going on. An acquaintance of mine, that I have actually known since kindergarten had several comments on her page. None of them were normal. There were no snide remarks or no humor. There were condolences. My husband’s cousin, who is also a mutual friend wrote to ask what was going on. Together, we wrote back and forth until we discovered what was happening. This acquaintance had lost her husband very suddenly to a heart attack. I knew of him, but did not know him personally. I read his obituary and realized he was two weeks younger than me. This hit me hard. Like hit me in the gut and have me double over hard. It still bothers me and my heart goes out to this woman who is grieving, rightly so.
The following day I wrote a message to another friend on Facebook. We also have known each other since kindergarten. We were neighbors and played with one another. We caught bees in jars and played on her swing set. We played when she got the mumps, so that I would catch them and get it over. (I never caught them) We drifted apart through high school and reconnected about 20 years ago at our husband’s class reunion. We have chatted online often since then. Anyhow, this friend had been on my mind and so I wrote to see how she was. She wrote back. She is undergoing chemotherapy for a bout with cancer.
For the second day in a row, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.
Since then I have thought about life. I have thought about relationships. Both are fragile and both can be gone in an instant. I confess it took several weeks for me to get out of the funk that I went to after hearing the news of those two days. But, what has surfaced from those two stomach wrenching days is a renewed appreciation for today. Taking each day as the gift it is. We are not promised tomorrow.
I have yet another friend on Facebook and each morning she posts, “I am glad to be on my feet today.” That is how I am feeling lately. I am glad to be on my feet. I am glad to have this beautiful unsettled home. I am glad for my hubby. Glad that he makes me smile and makes me roll my eyes by some of the things he says and does. I am thankful for another day with my puppy. We didn’t think we would have him past the day we took him to the hospital, and he is still here, giving me doggy smiles and nose hugs.
Yes, life is good and sometimes we need to be reminded just how good it is. Speaking of good… I am planning on having a guest blogger soon…. I am excited about this. More to come later. Thanks for stopping by… DAF