This afternoon I sat down to read the newspaper, like I generally do every afternoon. But this afternoon was different. I read my usual articles: Local news, celebrity birthdays, Dear Abby, Marriage Licences, Births and Deaths. It was when I read the deaths that I came across the name of a woman I went to school with. She died last Saturday, and she left behind her daughter, who I believe is 6 years old.
I was shocked ( to tell the truth I still am. ). What’s surprising me though, is the fact that I can’t stop thinking about it. We were never close. Actually we really couldn’t stand each other. She picked on me constantly for years. To me, she was one of those people that I wished for to be absent ( from school) just so I could have a day of peace. I’ve talked to her probably twice since high school, when I happened to run into her at the grocery store.
Hearing about her death has really got me thinking about my life, my family and my children. I don’t know a whole lot about her life…she wasn’t married…and now her little girl has to grow up with just the little knowledge of her mother that she has right now. I can’t imagine what losing either Doug or myself would do to my kids…
When you have something that important to live for, you have to live your life like every day is your last…I can only hope that when it is my time to go, that I will have no regrets about anything that’s happened in my life. I hope that I will have instilled good values on my children, and that everyone dear to me knows how much I love them.