I was laying in bed. My eyes were still closed. Den was lying beside me, also lazily sleeping. He put his arm over the top of me, which signaled he was half awake so I rested my hand on his hand. I began to feel of it with my eyes closed. I could feel that it was thicker than mine, it was a bit rough from all the years he labored with them. Even his arm was very familiar to me, although my eyes hadn't stolen a peek. Then I began to think about life, actually, my life with him, and how easily we can take it for granted, it sort of made me sad and grateful all at the same time.
Lately, it seems that there has been a lot of death. This past year we have experienced a lot of dear loved ones passing on. After awhile it begins to hit a little too close to home. You try to brace yourself for the suddenness of it all, just in case it happens to you. Most of the families left behind weren't expecting it, and even the ones that were are still stunned with grief. It makes me question what I would do, how I would get along, the thought makes me uncomfortable, as I know it does for most.
So as I laid there in my soft comfy bed I thanked God for what I had. I know that everyday that my life is still in order I am very fortunate. Everyday that my husband is still lying in bed with me, that all my children are healthy, and slumbering deeply in their beds that I have it easy. It makes the supposed hardships that we endure seem like nothing. It's so simple to become complacent about it all, until it's gone.
We shall see you on the other side Sis. Dawn and Sis. Betha. You will be dearly missed.