Saturday night, before going to bed, I’d visually planned out what my Sunday walk, with Maxx, would look like. I knew what jeans, jacket, shirt and shoes I would wear. The weather was supposed to be nice so I was looking forward to this long walk, my time with God and my music (Maxx does his own thing during our walks so he never pays any attention, to me). On Sunday, I wore the exact outfit I’d mentally planned, but for a different reason than I thought. A family member passed away.
In disbelief, I sat holding the phone while my mom cried, trying to tell me what happened. I could barely understand what she was saying, but I heard the name. I’d just communicated with this person, on Friday, she wasn’t sick, she wasn’t killed in a car accident and there was no freak accident. She simply passed away in her sleep. Death is inevitable. We all know it’s going to happen, but it’s never easy when it happens, Continue reading