It started in the hospital, when we were sitting with my son, waiting for the results of the x-rays. My daughter said, "I was having a really crappy day at work...everything was a mess, and I have a huge day tomorrow, and I was on my way home to face an evening of work when Mom called to say you were here...and then I thought, my work stuff is just...stuff. I could have it worse...a car could have fallen on me."
Last night, I was still dealing with the residual effects of my son's accident. The shakes, the small panic attacks...I cannot, nor do I ever want to, imagine what it would be like to lose my child.
And then we got word that a friend of my nephew, 16 years old, died yesterday afternoon. Suicide...over a girl, no less.
Today, I will grasp every blessing, large or small, hold it close and be thankful.