Losing someone unexpectedly is one of the hardest parts of life.
There’s the ‘what if’ questions…
What if (he or she) was still here? What if I could’ve told them what I didn’t get to? Or what if I’d have been more present?
I wrote in PART ONE of this post that my dad, in his helpless, quadriplegic body, looked my mom in the eyes the day he died and said, “I’m so glad you’re the one taking care of me today.”
What if, like my dad, I looked at the glass as half-full, rather than half-empty?
What if I focused on the sweet memories I have of my dad? What if I held onto the time I spent with him, rather than dreaming of times that never got to happen?