I was awakened this morning by a phone call from my mother. "I've fallen." With those words, my day changed drastically. I now have two parents in the hospital. My mom has cracked a rib and punctured her lung, collapsing part of it. No change in Dad. One on ninth floor, one on first… I'm getting to know the hospital pretty intimately. More than I ever wanted to.
I also got a phone call as I was getting ready to race for the hospital. My boss called to tell me a co-worker committed suicide. Yesterday. I am so saddened and upset by this. We worked closely together and he was a really nice guy. He had four kids, ages 16 to kindergarten. My husband and I also knew his family and his mother. I guess his wife moved out last week, but they were in counseling and I have no idea what happened yesterday to trigger it (no pun intended). I'm angry that he did it on Christmas – forever to be remembered by his loved ones as the day he did this.
It can all stop any time now. I'm getting my fill…
Counting my blessings that my parents don't still live in Arkansas and I still get to come home to my loving family every night…. and that all my children and their families are safe and sound. Thanking all of you who have commented and are keeping good thoughts for my family. I haven't been able to thank you individually so hope this will do. I appreciate all of you.