sually, Mom is up before I am in the mornings. Generally, she wakes up at 7:00. I get up at 7:30, to make sure my son gets off to school and to start or help with breakfast. This morning, I was surprised, at first, to find that she wasn't up. Then, I was terrified. Did she die in her sleep?
My son and I commented to each other that it was strange she wasn't up. We walked down the hall and peeked into their bedroom. They were both completely still. I decided I should wait until after Son got on the bus before I checked further. He left at 7:55; I decided to wait until 8:00 to check.
Yes, I was scared to look. Wouldn't you be?
Thoughts ran through my fear-ridden mind. What happened yesterday? Did we fight? Was it a good last day, if it was her last day? Looking back, I realized it was. We didn't fight. She got to see my younger Sister. We played some games together. It was a good day.
At 7:58, I heard her close the bathroom door. What relief! She is still alive!
I talked to my husband about it later in the morning. He made two important points:
- Whom would it be bad for if her last day on earth wasn't good?
Me, of course. She will be in heaven. - She could live for 10 or more years, yet. If I try to make sure every day is a good one, it will drive me nuts!
Sure. But I'm not meaning I need to make every day good; I just need to make sure I'm doing whatever I can to not make her days bad.
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