Counting my Blessings

Tonight, as I sit and write this, my children snuggled comfortably in their little beds and my husband out playing hockey with his teammates and friends, I am thinking of another mother and wife who is recovering from what I can only imagine must have been one of the worst days of her life. My heart aches for a young woman who, in a split second became a widow and a single parent. I will not pretend to understand the pain of her loss.
I am lucky – my husband works in an office, behind a desk. His greatest workplace danger is a paper cut. I take for granted that he will be here every night, at our table, reading bedtime stories to our children and cuddling with me on the sofa. He will coach his son in hockey this weekend, as he most likely will one, two and five years from now.

On University Avenue today, law enforcement officers, firefighters and EMS workers lined the street four deep and behind them, a city gathered. Regardless of faith, ethnicity, age or net worth, people stood side-by-side in the damp to acknowledge and pay tribute to a man who gave his life to protect his city, and to show respect for his wife and young son. In my life, I have never been a part of anything like it.

I will be hugging my family a little tighter and a little longer today. I hope you are doing the same.


One thought on “Counting my Blessings

  1. It's amazing how we can take one's tragedy and immediately picture in our minds what life would be like if this sort of thing happened to us, or our family…it really does make the time spent with our loved ones more precious and makes us realize that we can't take the little everyday things for granted…just live every moment as is if it could be our last.

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