There’s a funeral on Friday. I’ll wake up early, rummage through my closet, and find an appropriate suit dress. A black one. It could have been me.
There’s a funeral on Friday. Instead of driving down the Texas Gulf Coast, I’ll be meandering highways of the East Texas Piney Woods, to sit in a pew at the back of crowded church. It could have been me.
There’s a funeral on Friday. Skipping the working breakfast, collaborative phone calls, and usual friendly banter, I’ll be faced with the reality of my daily existence. The hours upon hours of driving I succumb to. It could have been me.
There’s a funeral on Friday. There will be a widow in the front row, clutching two small children. Children who will now be without a father; children who will wake up every day expecting to hear his twangy voice, and will now be left in deafening silence. It could have been me.
There’s a funeral on Friday. I will hug my loved ones tight, express how grateful I am that they are in my life. Make sure they know they are loved. Today, I will life my life to the fullest. After all, it could have been me.
Live well. Love well. Cheers.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Bryana. Although sad, your post is such an important reminder that we need to live for today, love those in our lives fully, and appreciate all that we have now.
You never know!! We only have the promise of this minute… What will we do with it?
I am SO very sorry. That is just such a difficult situation to live through and have words for. Loved your post, though. Beautiful expression of this time.
Thank you. It’s hard to articulate the feelings, the whole situation is terrible; I just feel awful for his family.
We are so thankful that it wasn’t you……be careful out there!