I was reading the newspaper yesterday and was reminded how short life can be (I really need to stop reading the news, the media loves to prey on tragedy). There was a story in our local newspaper about a man, a year younger than me, who was playing co-ed softball. He slid into home plate and the throw down hit him in the neck. He stood up and immediately collapsed. At the hospital they determined that he was brain dead. A person commented on the article and it was what they said that hit me the hardest. They said, "It really is true that no one young or old is guaranteed to come home at the end of each day--love and appreciate your loved ones while they are alive because it might be the last time you see them." That comment really made me think hard and scared the living crap out of me. I am a worry wort by nature but I try to take things in stride one day at a time but I still have this fear in the back of my mind. All I can do is say a little prayer to God and put it in His hands. Oh, and I am going to quit reading the news because it is too depressing!
Am I neurotic or do/did you ever have this fear before your wedding?!? (According to my family I am just neurotic....lol).
Sorry for the depressing post but I had to get this off of my mind. To make up for the heavy post, here is a pretty picture:
Photo via Jennifer Skog Photography