i talk a lot about what went down in September. I can’t help it. I’ve never been a part of something like that before.
Shawn asks me from time to time how I dealt with it all. Or how I deal with it. And I tell him I don’t know. Because I don’t. I have no idea. There are kids to take care of and him to take care of and worry about.
Most days, almost all days, I’m completely fine about it. But some days I’m struck by the unfairness of life.
When we were younger and the kids were little one of the fathers of Keisha’s classmates lost her dad in hi late thirties to a sudden and serious heart attack. I wondered, why did he not make it and Shawn did? How did we get the lucky straw? Goodness knows I did not deserve to be the lucky one. But Shawn did and does and maybe that’s why he got to live where others in similar circumstance have not been so lucky.
I’m having an emotional day. Maybe it’s because of yesterday and seeing the team that saved his life. Maybe it’s something else. Who knows. I only know that today is hard. But oh so worth it.