So at work, many of the people that work at the companies I deal with on a daily bases become friends. Sure most live in other states and I will never meet them but talking to a person everyday, at least for me, causes a connection and a friendship can blossom.
Last week one of those people that I talk to almost daily, with whom I have inside jokes with, whom I have actually met a few times, who has helped me out in several sticky situations, had a heart attack. She is 49 years old with 2 kids. And now, she is lying in a hospital in a coma.
I call the company she works for every morning to check on her condition. I pray for her and her family hoping they don’t lose hope and praying for strength to get through whatever is coming.
This morning I was told that there is no hope. They are taking her off of oxygen tomorrow and then only time will tell, but my friend Maria will never come back.
It’s awful that it takes things like this to get me to remember how short life is. I should know this. My dad died at 43. He was 7 years older than I am now! Why do we worry about tomorrow when today can be so awesome?
It was like last night when we saw Harry Potter. When the movie started Gillian nudged me with her elbow to signal her excitement. I could see her smiling and the screen and holding back a shout of joy when she saw the title.
I started tearing up.
Life is too short. Life is uncertain. All those things we know, and see on magnets, and yet still we continue to worry about tomorrow without living today.
I can’t do that. After hearing about Maria last week something went off in my head. Which was when I decided to have the little adventure with my family on Saturday. It’s what made sure I did not blow off the club fundraiser thing on Sunday and which had me out until 1AM on Monday searching my city for Geocache (a post is coming about that).
Seven years is nothing and who knows when my time is due. I have WAY more health issues than my dad so how can I sit here and not make every day a memory with my kids? I have to. I love them so I have to. My mom and dad were divorced so my memories were made every other weekend. I am with my kids everyday and every day is a gift.
I hate that Maria’s situation has ignited a spark in me that should have been there already.
But if anything, I can say she helped me out one last time.