I currently have a mash of too many emotions to be writing anything to be published on the internet right now, so I will keep it short.
She died. One of my nursing home residents died. She got an infection in her blood and it went to her heart and it killed her. I typed it out in a text message. “Verna died.” I kept staring at it because it does not seem real, it does not seem possible. She was fine. She was one of the coherent ones. She was not one of the ones that was close to dying. I can’t believe this happened. I don’t know how to process it. I wish my mind were a rubber band, but it isn’t and I can’t wrap my mind around this. That she is gone. I will go home for Spring Break and go to work at the nursing home and it will not be the same. It will be different. She won’t be there. I just want to cry.
I know life is short. I know tomorrow is not promised to us. It is just not fair sometimes.
So, tell the people around you that you love them. Hug them tight. Life is short, so think about how you are spending each day. I hope you spend your time loving the people around you. I hope you spend your time embracing the little joys in life. I hope you don’t waste your time talking about things that don’t matter, but I hope you spend every second just loving on the people around you and extending grace to those that may need it most (and to the ones that you don’t think deserve it, because they might be the ones that need it most).
Life is just too short. But I know that even in times like these, I need to give praise to God.