We went to Grace’s service this afternoon, and stopped by the reception. It was so very sad, but also touching, and she was obviously so very loved. She was only 40. How awful.
I hate saying this, because ugh, but this has really triggered me. After the whole breast cancer fiasco, and then the cervical cancer scare and related surgeries, I can all too easily picture myself in her place. Life is beautiful, but it is also cruel and random. It could happen to any of us at anytime. She left behind two young kids and a husband. I’m just…really fucked up right now.
It’s a wake up call to be sure; a kick in the ass. Remember to count your blessings. Don’t take life for granted. And in the words of Grace: Be kind. Always. No matter what.
I can do better. So I will.