My cousin, D, has a great life. Three gorgeous children, suburban home, husband that is her true life-mate. I'm sorry. HAD a great life. Until last night. Last night was the night that her husband complained that he wasn't feeling well.
He was going to go and lie down for awhile.
D stayed downstairs with the kids, cleaning up the dinner dishes, doing homework, giggling over silly jokes. She thought she heard a noise upstairs, but she just figured it was HIM...snoring again...and she probably thought nothing more of it.
Then around 9:30pm while the kids were getting into bed, she checked on him. He was lying on the floor. His color was not good. She screamed for 911 to be called and she and her 15 year old son began CPR. One of her daughters ran up the street to fetch a doctor that lived 2 doors down. The doctor came quickly to help.
It was too late. Dead, at 48 of a massive heart attack. In a matter of a couple of hours, D's whole life changed. The dream of growing old and enjoying her grandchildren with this man, was now gone. Harsher new realities are coming.
That's how it is, you see. Life changes on a whim. There is no rhyme or reason. Bad things happen to good people every day. These are very good people. They give generously to charity, one of their daughter's has Cystic Fibrosis and was the poster child for the disease a few years back. Their children write thank you notes for every birthday gift, every christmas present. They are members of the community in every sense of the word.
HE was a nurse, had saved countless lives, brought babies into the world. why? Why them?
I don't get it. I just don't
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