|April 6th, 2010 | Lost River|
We live in an area where we rarely (think two or three times A YEAR) see emergency personnel. Less than a minute later, as I'm standing outside in my granny-esque pajamas, my daughter's fuzzy boots, and a throw cover, I heard the fire trucks. I listened until I heard the siren stop and realized that they hadn't gone far. It turned out that they had gone only a half mile from my home. A house fire. A young man perished.
Before I even knew for certain, I felt it. I stopped, said a prayer. I'd already put my older kids on the bus. I thought of them. I think of them every day obviously, but then something happens. Something that puts all of life in perspective.
I look at old photos of the kids and I wonder where the time has gone. I am never as thankful or grateful as I should be. Every one should take an extra moment daily to hug and show love to those around them.