We never truly realize how fast things can get stolen from us. How we get too comfortable with the way our lives are that we forget how quickly it can be taken from us. This past Friday something traumatic happened to my family, a unexpected painful thing that didn’t end in horribly tragic way but enough to open our eyes to the gift that we’ve been given.
Friday the 13th no doubt...
It was a normal day, my fiancé and our three babies ran errands like any other day. He headed to work, like any normal day, 6:30 that evening he headed out the door. An hour later on the Dot, I receive a phone call. He was in a car accident and was at the hospital.. My heart stopped. I knew that hearing his voice means that he’s alive but I needed the validation that we wasn’t severely injured. The next thing I knew a ding and a picture of the car, totaled, rubble, I mean how did he walk away alive? Mangled. The thought continued to rush through my mind, my kids still have their father, yes, he is alive. Thank you God. I am not a very religious woman but after the fact, the old man upstairs was watching out for us. Everyone says that there are reasons for everything and some that we may never understand. I guess there is truth to this, but how much really. We live such fast paced lives that we do not stop to think about the technical and the why. That’s like asking, Why do bad things happen to good people? To test them? To strengthen their resilience? Shrugging at the thought cause who really knows, why the things happen. Maybe this accident was just that an accident, maybe the man that hit him was in a hurry as he accelerated in speed not paying attention to the car turning left. Now I’m simply rambling.
When I write these Blogs I try not to dive too much into my personal life but to finish off this post I think I will. In retrospect of the events of this weekend, I look back and to me the reasoning to why this grand accident happened was to remind of us of the love that we share and how life should be celebrated and never taken for granted. My fiancé keeps repeating that he’s glad that I wasn’t in the car or I’d be dead, looking at the damage to the vehicle I would have ended with an engine in my lap.
I selfishly keep thinking “ I’m glad that it was only him” I do not mean that in the way that it sounds, I mean it as my kids are alive, as much as this man is the love of my life, kids Trump man. If your a parent reading this you understand. It’s just all messed up, didn’t even pay attention to the fact it was Friday the 13th ( What a coincidence)
Would quick and painful be easier? I’m saying this now because life is full of the slow and agony, the kind that drags you down. So would events in the blink of an eye catch the attention and ease the burden. Or Is the agony worth the avoidable loss? Who knows!?
Thanks
Maddie
Friday the 13th no doubt...
It was a normal day, my fiancé and our three babies ran errands like any other day. He headed to work, like any normal day, 6:30 that evening he headed out the door. An hour later on the Dot, I receive a phone call. He was in a car accident and was at the hospital.. My heart stopped. I knew that hearing his voice means that he’s alive but I needed the validation that we wasn’t severely injured. The next thing I knew a ding and a picture of the car, totaled, rubble, I mean how did he walk away alive? Mangled. The thought continued to rush through my mind, my kids still have their father, yes, he is alive. Thank you God. I am not a very religious woman but after the fact, the old man upstairs was watching out for us. Everyone says that there are reasons for everything and some that we may never understand. I guess there is truth to this, but how much really. We live such fast paced lives that we do not stop to think about the technical and the why. That’s like asking, Why do bad things happen to good people? To test them? To strengthen their resilience? Shrugging at the thought cause who really knows, why the things happen. Maybe this accident was just that an accident, maybe the man that hit him was in a hurry as he accelerated in speed not paying attention to the car turning left. Now I’m simply rambling.
When I write these Blogs I try not to dive too much into my personal life but to finish off this post I think I will. In retrospect of the events of this weekend, I look back and to me the reasoning to why this grand accident happened was to remind of us of the love that we share and how life should be celebrated and never taken for granted. My fiancé keeps repeating that he’s glad that I wasn’t in the car or I’d be dead, looking at the damage to the vehicle I would have ended with an engine in my lap.
I selfishly keep thinking “ I’m glad that it was only him” I do not mean that in the way that it sounds, I mean it as my kids are alive, as much as this man is the love of my life, kids Trump man. If your a parent reading this you understand. It’s just all messed up, didn’t even pay attention to the fact it was Friday the 13th ( What a coincidence)
Would quick and painful be easier? I’m saying this now because life is full of the slow and agony, the kind that drags you down. So would events in the blink of an eye catch the attention and ease the burden. Or Is the agony worth the avoidable loss? Who knows!?
Thanks
Maddie
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