....when I slip off the edge?
My neighbor down the street, whose whole family my family is close to, passed this morning. A truly nice woman who was married to her husband for about fifty years and raised five children. I have known her since I was a little girl.
I knew her situation was dire. She has been ill for years. Recently she elected hospice coverage. My company supplied equipment. I was familiar with the details of her diagnosis.
I saw her with my own eyes when I would pop down with my mother's coffee cake or Jen's cookies or something I made. I saw that there was nothing left of her. I was sitting beside her on Wednesday morning.
Yet when her daughter flagged my car down this morning, I was shocked.
Was I blocking it?
Was I blocking it because of my own situation?
I was rocked back on my heels as I hugged her daughter who sobbed so hard she trembled in my arms.
How would I have taken this back in May?