it could have been me.

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.

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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.