Perspective

Trixie just called me.

If she calls me during the day, there's a reason.

An acquaintance of ours, the husband of someone she works with, died this weekend in a wave runner accident.

He was down at the lake house he bought just this weekend, with his wife and less than year old son.

He was thirty.

Thirty.

It's unbeleivable, because although I met the guy socially maybe a half dozen times, I'm paralyzed.

Thirty.

Trixie's voice was shaking as she told me the few details she knew.

It just shows you how quickly you can be snatched from those that love you.

All at once, your life is turned upside down and all the plans you made together die.

They just bought a new lake house.

They were supposed to be building two houses down from us in our new neighborhood.

A whole life ahead of them, dreams, vacations to take, places to see together, just gone.

Like Trixie said, it's all just so senseless.

Real things, everyday meaningless discussions, now seem meaningful, don't they?

Tell someone you love them.