A lot has happened since my last post. I’m a bit shocked to note that it’s already been a month since I last posted.
The construction crew is gone…they finished last Friday and the house is starting to look great. But I don’t really want to write about the house right now…
This post is a bit more personal and a little morose (sorry).
I spent much of the last 2 weeks thinking about life, friends and family.
Some of you probably heard that John’s sister-in-law passed away on May 2nd in a scuba diving accident. It happened on a far off, south pacific island that I had never even heard about. Laila had gone to Vanuatu on her own to dive (a passion of hers).
The happy thought, as someone said, is that “she died doing something she loved” but I keep thinking about her husband’s sadness at losing the person he loved.
John’s been in New Zealand, with his brother, for the past 2 weeks. While he’s been gone I’ve been in a bit of a daze. Without him here I’ve hardly gone out, preferring to spend my evenings alone watching Mad Men and thinking…
Thinking about life and how precious and unpredictable it is; about friends who become part of your life forever; and about family that builds the foundation of who we are.
I’ve thought about what I would do if I lost someone I loved so suddenly and what those who love me would do if it happened to me. I’ve always said that if I had to go I’d want to go in a flash but now I’m thinking that’s a bit selfish…
In 1 hour John will be home. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around him and tell him I love him.
I urge you to do the same to those you love because life doesn’t always play fair.