Yesterday tragedy struck our small creek-side community. A visiting friend of some neighbors crashed on a quad on his way to the falls. He was later found dead. We are stunned and reminded once again on the very thin line between life and death.
I see accidents that could happen all around me. I feel a burden to be on the lookout. Constantly. I know this is ridiculous and debilitating and I am pushing through it. But still, the line is thin. The image of Mark's still body on the rocks haunts me.
I think on what to do with these feelings and I know that Love is the answer. My husband will die, whether or not it is before me I don't know but if I live a life of love I won't have regrets. Stop trying to control everything and just open my heart and my mind to all the wonders that surround me. Embrace the ugly, at least in my heart. Forgive and forget. Freedom lies in this path I think.