I was recently listening to my husband complaining about the laundry that needed to folded. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Yes, there were things that needed to be done around the house, but, again, it was a beautiful, sunny day.
While it stresses me out, too, just thinking of all that needs to be done and fixed around this house, I am constantly aware that it could all end instantly. In the time it takes to snap your finger, you could be on the ground, waiting for the ambulance to arrive, or worse than that ? already gone. This sounds a bit ghoulish, but true.
I should explain.
When I was 18, my dad suddenly fell ill. By the end of the day, he was diagnosed with renal failure (kidney disease) with out only one working kidney and that working only at 20% capacity. This week marked 23 years after his death when I was only 21. I was the oldest of the children, the youngest only 2



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