Someone I know lost her husband suddenly a week ago. They have a five months old baby after being together for two years.
When he died, she wasn’t there. She was in another country. So she rushed home and got a few minutes to hold his corpse before he went to the ground. To rest finally. In peace.
I am a big fond of moments. But even so, sometimes I abandoned moments because my mind has summoned me to the next chores/task waiting to be finished.
But seeing my dear friend crying and holding her husband’s corpse and saying ‘I am sorry my love, I wasn’t there with you,’ was again another so hard- unreal reminder that time is tick-tocking you in silence.
You might only have tomorrow.
It can always happen. It is possible.
So I, again, decided to re-embraced my fond of moments. Because I hope, when my time comes, I leave knowing that I have lived.
A note to self.
Germany, June 24th, 2017