Borrowed Time On This Beautiful, Crazy Earth
Thursday, February 27, 2014
My husband called from the road a little while ago with bad news. His friend died. We knew this was coming. Last fall he had a massive heart attack 2,000 miles from home. His step-daughter did CPR to revive him. His wife drove down to pick him up as he was discharged from the ICU with a slap on the back and a "Good Luck to ya!" He barely made it home and we knew this was all borrowed time.
Even when you know this is coming, it is still hard. We knew he couldn't last much longer. He made it to one of his step-daughter's weddings in January. (Thanks to my husband who acted as his personal driver, bodyguard, and jester.) We tried to keep him around for the other daughter's wedding in June, but his heart just gave out. His wife found him dead on the edge of the bed this afternoon.
He was a Vietnam Veteran, a devoted husband and loving father to the wife's girls. He played with his granddaughter and was anticipating the birth of a litter of toy poodle puppies. Last night he stayed up and watched TV with his wife. They giggled over some of the silly stunts my husband has pulled.
Tonight we are grieving his loss. Grasp each moment, my friends. Don't waste your life with regrets. Those things make you who you are, but they don't define you. Love yourself. Take a deep breath and say, "Thank you for another day on this beautiful, crazy earth."