This has been a difficult week. One of our college friends passed away suddenly of heart failure. He was the husband of my college room mate, best friend, and matron of honor at my wedding. They were in Colorado recently and we had the opportunity to spend some time with them. It was a shock to receive the news. This is the second time one of our college friends has become a widow. Each time, I’ve become painfully aware that life is short and how important it is to treasure our loved ones.
As I write this, my husband sits across the room working on his computer. I’m sentimental about him. I look at his face and think about how blessed I am that he’s sitting there across from me. I want to just hold him and tell him to never leave me, but no one can make that kind of promise. We don’t how long we have. We hope to grow old together, to live to be a 100 and then die together in our sleep, but that’s not always how life goes. And so, I realize that I have to focus on “now” and live each moment to the fullest, not taking for granted our life together.
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