A year ago, on November 10, 2014, My mom and I got a call that informed us that a wall had fallen on my father and that we had to get to the place where he was working. When my mom and I got there we saw a whole bunch of police officers, people standing outside their houses, helicopters above the house, and news casters. I knew it was bad…but deep inside I was it wasn’t.
No goodbyes were said nor were any last words exchanged, yet it was a definite goodbye. Until today I still am not sure whether it was better this way or not.
Goodbyes are always hard, but it has really showed me that we are not eternal and that when we least expect it we might not be here anymore. It has taught me to live in appreciation of my family and each day I live more than ever before.
The gift of just being alive and being able to spend your time with the people who love you most and vice versa is worth more than anything else in the world and sometimes we forget that. Don’t let that be you.