Tonight I drink whiskey. I love whiskey. It’s, as they say, my jam. I have had a lot of thoughts about how fragile life is. As posted in my earlier blog a family we know had a tragedy yesterday. There son was hit while riding his bike. He is 8 years old. My daughter is ten. My son is almost 3 and it makes me want to weep to think of anything ever happening to them. No matter how pissed I get at them during the day, at night I am in their rooms making sure they are sleeping ok and yes to make sure they are both still breathing. I love them more than anything. So my thoughts go out to the Peace Family. Carley, their son is still in critical condition.
But life is fragile isn’t it? we take life for granted. Of course we all wnat to live till we are in our 80’s and hopefully not wear diapers but the trth is tomorrow I could walk outside and be killed. We don’t know what’s around the corner do we?
And all this ha me thinking about life and the first expereince I remember having with death.My great grandparents died. It was strange and dreamlike in some ways. There was a sad room and a happy room and a shit ton of food. Us kids played and ran around, totally uncouth. But in an odd way, it is a happy memory for me. i guess because maybe there was celebration.
More recently both my grandpa’s died. I miss them both. I was very pregnant when my mom’s dad died and I had a new born when my dad’s dad passed so i did not attend the funerals in Illinois. I have a copy of my grandpa Cherringtons funeral. I have not watched it. Nor do i plan too. I want to remember him the way he looked whn I last aw him, laughing at the coffee table in their Kitchen. The last time I saw my Grandpa Seibert he didn’t know who I was. And that was Ok. He knewmy Grandma and really that is the most important thing. My grandma is one strong Bitch. i don’t mean that rudely or badly Grandma (she reads my posts), but you tackled something that I am not sure I would know how to. I guess we don’t know our limits or strengths until we are ested in them. I have much admiration for you .
And it’s true. What they say I mean, that you don’t truly know the worth of person in your life until they are gone. I watched themost terrible movie last night with my husband, “The Curious Caseof Benjimen Button”. No offense to anyon ewho loved this but i found it well, terrible. However there were some good points and the conspet was good. Anyways I stray, in the movie they make just the point I previously stated. After the movie was over I found myself holding my husband a little closer than normal. And then, well that’s none of your damned business.
Today I found myself lost in thought over Carley Peace and life. I was reminded though he is alive and hanging on (and hopefully will continue), I was reminded not to die before you live. To take every second and love it and make the most of it. Take the bumps, bruises and scars and learn from them and apply that knowledge. Become wise and work hard and love love love. I may be at risk of sounding like a hippy (damn fucking hippies), but seize the day and don’t forget to tell those you love, thatyou do indeed love them.
Now go out and do it!