I can't help but thank my Heavenly Father for my family right this moment.
Tragedy has struck our neighborhood and after a car accident, a young father was taken home. I helped out at the funeral luncheon and my heart aches for his young wife. They have two children, both daughters I believe, ages 1 and 5. The youngest probably won't remember her daddy at all. It is just heart-breaking.
It really made me realize how much we take for granted every day. This young wife said goodbye to her husband and he drove up into the nearby hills. I'm not sure what he was doing there or why. He called her telling her he might run out of gas on the way back but he'd call if he needed anything. She waited and waited. Finally she decided he must have run out of gas and began to drive up there herself. The life-flight people were already there.
I am so grateful I have a sweet and loving, hard-working husband and my three beloved little boys. I don't want to waste a single moment because I can never know when it will be the last. We just have to trust God. I am also so grateful for the knowledge of forever families and the blessings of the temple sealing. Because of this, I know even if the worst happened I would find peace in that...as hard as it would be. For now, I have had a wake-up call to live life to the fullest while it lasts.