I am shocked. I am stunned. I have no words to describe the feeling of total loss when standing in the little workshop, watching my wife comforting a friend, who had just heard she lost her husband. He was ran over by a pick-up truck on his bicycle two hours before.
I stood in silence with tears streaming down my face. We were still in bed, when we got the news yesterday morning, and we simply could not believe it. (I actually phoned a friend to verify the news!) Then I sat in silence on the edge of the bed, trying to gain some perspective, trying to understand, trying to sort my mind into some kind of logical order so I can answer the question of “Why?”
I couldn’t. It didn’t make any sense. It just remained tragic and unfair. Two dads in two weeks, both in my little bubble of nothing-bad-ever-happens.
“Do bad things only happen to good people?” My wife asked.
Suddenly my daughter came running into the room, giving me one of her big hugs. (The older she gets, the more dangerous these become, I fear she might be choking me soon). I hear my son and his friend, after his sleepover, laughing loudly while watching something on Nickelodeon. Everything seems so normal, so in place, so typically Saturday morning. Then I look up into the sorrow of my beloved’s face, replacing the happiness in her eyes momentarily. I knew then that this day, 2 February 2013, was never going to be forgotten.
Then it hit me. I got a wake-up call. My God-alarm! We have no guarantees in life, and we only get one day at a time. Don’t waste it.
Make sure you tell your wife how much you love her everyday, hug and spend time with your children everyday. Simply because it might be the last one you have!! Love your family and friends.
When we returned home later, we just sat in our car and prayed. We asked for strength for our friend to get through the day, wisdom for us to say the right things to her, and thanked God for the gift of life, but to remind us constantly of just how precious that gift is.
I still don’t have the answer to my wife’s question. I still feel what happened is utterly sad and unfair. I still don’t know which words to use when seeing our friend broken. But I do know that we have to keep her arms up today, and everyday.
And I choose to believe that there is a good reason why this happened, even if I don’t know what that reason is.