I feel ashamed that I wrote a blog a few days ago called The worst thing DID happen, blithely unaware that someone I care about had lost their husband in an accident.
I opened an email from her yesterday afternoon and my mouth literally fell open in shock.
She has daughters not much older than mine. They have tragically lost their father. She has lost the husband she loves.
He was only 46.
How could I think the worst thing had happened to me? My children’s father lives just six minutes away from his family. He can call them and wish them goodnight on the evenings when he can’t kiss their foreheads.
And while it breaks my heart over and over to be in this situation, he’s alive.
Despite everything that’s happened we are both around to love our kids and even share a laugh together sometimes.
My grieving friend urged everyone to “hug your family and friends and tell them you love them today”.
So I texted Husband and told him that I loved him, despite all that had happened.
Not in a please-come-back way. That ain’t happening. But in a 23-years-of-shared-history way.
He was my best friend for so very long. How could I not?
His response made me irrationally cross. But that’s how it goes with us these days.
I’m still glad I said it. And I’m terribly, terribly sad my friend’s husband is gone.
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Thankyou for writing about that – it’s a good reminder about appreciating the love and people in your life. Good on you for texting Husband.
Yes Alana, you did the right thing. Taking the high road I think it’s called.
Sometimes, in the most difficult ways, we are reminded how lucky we are.
You’re still entitled to your own grief, but yes it’s very, very sad for the family in question. So sudden – so much adjusting to be done.
Incomprehensible