I watched the ambulance leave with my husband. I was all alone with our year old child and a newborn. For a while, I wasn’t sure what to do, didn’t know if he was going to make it, had no idea what was wrong with him. We had no family near nor did we have many friends we could call at a time like this.
The nearest hospital is 20 miles away. It was the longest drive in my life. So many different thoughts running through my head. What am I to do if I lost him?
As a result of that incident, my husband and I are very realistic about life and death. Maybe this post will make you uncomfortable. I sincerely apologize for that. But I think nothing is more of a wake up call than our mortality.
This reminds me of one late night. I was still at work as usual. My husband said to me, “If you don’t spend time nurturing your family today, then there’s no need to worry about tomorrow because what your children will become tomorrow is a result of what you do today. Besides, tomorrow may never come.”
And that’s what I’m trying to remind myself of. I’m going to try my hardest to live like I were dying. I want to look back with no regrets not having done (fill in the blank). Spending all my time working is a surefire way to guarantee regret.
