I was busy. I had clothes on the line, clothes in the washer, clothes pulled on the floor. I was in the middle of changing seasons, preparing for fall. The nights have been getting cooler, the days shorter. Megan and I were halfway through her math lesson.
Then came the voice of my husband asking if he could borrow my Nook. He never asks, so I was surprised. He got online with it. His phone had died and he needed immediate access to the internet.
It took a few minutes, but his fears were confirmed. His friend, a buddy since they were young, had been killed in a car crash early in the morning.
It seemed so surreal. The man killed was only 36. He was a single father, raising his daughter on his own for years. How could he be dead?
It was another reminder that tomorrow isn't promised to any of us. It doesn't matter if we haven't lived to a ripe old age. It doesn't matter if we still have children at home. It doesn't matter if we think we have a long life left to live. Sometimes, that just isn't true.
It was a reminder for me to enjoy every season, to not take my days for granted. I know that one day, my story on this earth will end. One day, I will see my King.
And Jason, you will be missed.
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