Lately, I feel like the world has had so many of these wakeup
calls, the Colorado shooting for instance. It’s absolutely never a thought in
any one’s mind that they may go to see a movie, and never ever come back home. Did they tell their family they loved them
before they left? Did they live life the way THEY wanted to live?
…
Martha. Shes been on my mind all week. She was my new neighbor; we met her
about 5 months ago during our building process of our new homes. She was young,
single, had no kids. Just a woman that we knew we were going to fully enjoy
having around. Derek and I jokingly called her Martha Stuart. She had built her
house to perfection and had an interior decorator come in. It was absolutely
beautiful. She was a young 49 year old woman whom seemed to be in good shape.
Little did we know Martha was a woman living her second chance at life. Come to find out some time last year she found out she had adrenal cancer, and was completely caught by surprise that her life was about to be cut short. She was able to have surgery right away and was shocked when they told her they got it ALL. She received a second chance to live. This led her to do what she wanted to do. She was so adorable driving around in her little red VW bug and the way she would be-bop around the place checking out everyone’s new homes that were just built and showing off her new home with such excitement. None of us would have ever known that her cancer was back.
After she purchased her home she went back for her 6 month
re-check and was totally covered with this horrific cancer. All in all her
spirits were extremely high. Not once did she/or we think she would actually
pass. The last time I saw her I was picking her off of the garage floor in
which she had fallen. We were told she had up to a year. Little did anyone know
that she wouldn’t even last close to 60 days.
My point of this blog it to share my wakeup call with everyone else. Everyone needs a little reminder that life is indeed short and that there is nothing guaranteed about it. Her passing (as in any passing) reminds me to keep those important friendships, important and that strong family strong. It reminds me to be a good/better person, love hard, keep good secrets, help those in need and most importantly, LOVE. LOVE ALL. No matter the race, gender, republican, democrat, gay or straight. No matter who did what to who and who was wrong and right. In the end doesn’t everyone just want the same thing? To love and be loved in return?
