Loss

I had some very upsetting and sad news Monday. While checking in with my Facebook friends, I noticed postings of peace and prayers and love being sent to a dear family I know. I sent out an inquiry, along with my own prayers, as to what happened.

The dear wonderful mom had died of a massive stroke the week before. She was younger than me. Her children are of similar age as my children. They are a wonderful family. She had been very involved in the community with her children. My boys had hit it off with her son. I knew them. They had been to my house.

She had taken pictures where ever she went, at all the events her children participated in. I loved when we overlapped activities because she would tag my boys in her photos and send them to me through face book. I have pictures I would not otherwise have of my boys being involved in football and band thanks to her photo hobby.

I cried. She was such a good person. This morning I had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. The weather was decent. I should have been heading out to golf nine holes. Instead I lay in bed and thought about my friend's obituary.

Many people knew her because she taught the drivers ed class at the high school. she had a great sense of humor. I admired her commitment to her children. She went to all their events. She even did the 5:oo am band trip to the Thanksgiving Parade. I just dropped my child at the bus and said call me when you need to be picked up. Her children are delightful and knew they were loved.

It is so upsetting when bad things happen to good people. All I can do is send prayers and wish the family strength to endure this horrible time. We have our pictures and our memories.

I called one of my other dear friends, that I knew would be home. I told her I needed some positive girlfriend time, not a big group, just blow the morning blues away time. We had a lovely time just hanging out chatting over tea. That was what I needed.

She also had a table saw I wanted to borrow to finish the floors. Last night Tom told me I could go ahead and finish. I told him I couldn't until he moved the TV. I couldn't swing my hammer without risking hitting the screen. He called Trevor up and they moved The TV out of the way so I could continue working.

I am still feeling a little mopey, but with a project to keep me busy and distracted, time will heal the bruises. It is just a reminder of our mortality and to live each day as fully as we can. Don't take each day for granted, because one day it will all be over, and you don't know what day that is going to be. It could be sooner than you think. Peace be with you and hug your babies.