It’s so easy to take life for granted. We go about our day-to-day routines and complain about traffic or work or the girl at Starbucks who can’t seem to remember to go easy on the foam. We assume there will be a tomorrow. And there will be. But who’s to say you’ll be around to bitch about it?
I saw a woman die before my eyes that day. I’ve seen death before. I’ve seen death on people I knew and cared about before. Only one before this has ever had a comparable (and far greater, even) effect. I won’t talk about that death here because it is not my place to share the life and death of a child taken too soon. But this woman – the one I’d never known before that day – her death has impacted my life significantly.
That day I was driving back to my home to pack my things. My husband and I had been fighting non-stop for too long and we decided it just wasn’t worth it anymore. Then I was given a reality check on what “it” really is. It is this short time on earth that allows us to love and to laugh and to learn. To let go of the small stuff and sometimes even the big stuff is not always simple, but it is always necessary. To forgive is to let yourself be free. Letting go is one of the hardest things to do for me. I hang on too long to things or people who are not worth it. But as I watched that woman in her last seconds, I wanted only to feel safe. Safety lies, for me, in my husband’s arms and in the home we made.
I am not thankful for that woman’s death; but I am eternally grateful for my life.