Broken Lives

One might think that today is like any other day. Well, for most of us it will be. But as I drive to work at 5:30am, I listen to the radio and on comes the current traffic report. The announcer goes through his spiel quickly and efficiently, ensuring he gets all of the pertinent information to those of us on the road. This morning, there is a big accident on I-5. Then I hear the word “fatality” and my heart sinks. This happens to me every time I hear about another life lost on the roads. My thoughts instantly go out to the family of the person involved. From now until forever, July 26 is going to be the WORST day of their lives. I wonder, do they know already? Has someone come knocking on their door and given them this life-changing news? And I always find myself sending up a prayer, asking God to give them strength and peace through what will undoubtedly be some of their darkest days. And, as in days past, I know that I will find myself thinking back on this accident for the rest of the day and probably into the days to come. My heart will continue to break for the loved ones that had someone ripped from them in such a tragic way.

May we always remember, that one day we could be the ones on the receiving end of that kind of news.

Be good to each other. Love each other. Tell each other often how you feel and don’t waste a minute of the moments you have with those you care about. Life is too short…much too short for some.

Author: morningdelight65

Happily married 26+ years to a CalFire pilot, proud Navy mom and grandma (Granny) to two beautiful grandchildren. Born in Germany, I spent the first 12 years of my life living in a rural Bavarian town, before moving to the United States in 1978. I still speak German, but my reading and writing skills have somewhat diminished over time. I have a flair for the unique, funky and quirky things in life. I don't like cookie-cutter, run-of-the-mill normal things. The more eclectic, the better. My husband (Glenn) is my "Facilitator". I dream it, he helps me make it happen. I love animals and if I had my way, we'd have a farm (not going to happen though). Therefore I am thankful for my dog and my chickens. Writing has been a secret passion of mine for many years, but I've abandoned trying to pursue it. With this blog, I hope to resurrect the desire to delve deeper into the crevices of my little braing

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