Our Days are Never Promised…. Treasure each 1
Our days are never promised, we are here living our lives in hopes that we live a long, healthy life. That is not always the case. You may wake up one day, have the best day of your life, and never make it to the next morning.
It’s a sad, scary, thing that for the most part we try to not think about. I like to think that I will be around for many years to come, that I will get to meet my Great or even Great-Great Grandchildren. But reality is, I may step into my car today and never get out alive. Worse to me is one of my loved ones could step into a car and never come out alive.
It’s a fact and it’s a fact that scares the living crap out of me. You never, ever know when your last kiss will be. You never know when you will see that smile for the last time. We need to treasure every, single moment granted to us on this earth, because every, single moment is so precious.
I received a phone call at 6am with tragic news, news that has me thinking about life. A very young, married couple traveled on a road I know too well to head home after a vacation. Right now, 1 is dead, 1 is on life support and their 3 month old baby is on their way to the hospital to be with her grieving family.
I do not personally know this couple, but I am very good friends with one of their siblings. I am utterly heart broken for the family, I am utterly heart broken for the wife who is now responding as they’re going to attempt to take her off of life support for the moment she discovers that her husband is gone. That there will be no more smiles, no more kisses, no more arguments… no more nothing. That life she loved will never be the same. How in the world do you find the strength to breathe after finding something like that out? How do you move on when the one person who you are supposed to live your life with is gone?
Do you let the ones in your life know how much you love them every, single day? Do you fret over small stuff that in the end doesn’t matter? Strangely this has been an eye opener for me…. I need to focus more on each day as the last day of my life. Would I spend it bickering with my husband, being frustrated with my kids and the house? No…. I definitely would not. So on days where I’ve just had it, I’ll hug my babies, hug my husband and thank Heavenly Father for this day I have with them…. because they are my world, and I couldn’t fathom even the thought of not having them in it.
Doshier family, you and your entire family is in my prayers. I pray that hearts are comforted, that your sister is healed both physically and emotionally. I am here if you need anything and I am so, so, so sorry that this had to happen. I am sickened for everyone and you will remain in my thoughts and prayers throughout this horrible healing process.
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