When It Rains, It Pours...

In our family there tend to be weeks, months, or sometimes even a year with one misfortune following the other. So far this year my grandmother fell and broke her shoulder, then my grandfather had an accident; about two weeks before Violet was born my grandfather died from a brain bleed. Just this week, after having to say good-bye to a soul-part of our family (not blood-related, but just as dear to our hearts) and moving to Germany Lily became very sick with a stomach flu and my dad was taken to the emergency room with an aneurysm in his leg, where a blood clot formed. Luckily, the surgeon decided to come in from his weekend leave to check on it in person and ordered an immediate surgery that saved my dad's leg. Running back and forth between the hospital and home, where Lily lay throwing up was very stressful for our family. Our friend Cat (above-mentioned family member) fared even worse, with her grandmother dying and her cousin being diagnosed with breast cancer. I wonder, how comes things like that always happen at once. Saturday night, after Mama came to tell us of the results of the surgery, I was lying in bed wondering about this part of life. Maybe it is that we need bad times to even more appreciate the good ones. Sometimes, daily life can make us forget how blessed we are most of the times. Why comes we often need bad things to happen to realize how good our lives are most of the time, and how we allow petty arguments or worries darken these happy days. Let's take some time in our days just to remember all the good things in our lives, and forgive each other for minor issues. The events of last week just reminded me again how short live can be; I will strive to live each second, each hour, and each day to the fullest. I hope to have many, many years ahead of me, but unfortunately, we never know what tomorrow brings.