We were woken up with the news via text message, I was in complete disbelief and he was mainly pensive...and I think his eyes were a bit red. We spent the whole day in, I cried, watched countless movies, I cried, I cooked some comfort food, cried a bit more, and affixed ourselves to the couch. See, my husband ALWAYS has something to do, especially during the weekends. Staying in, texting back and forth to get more info, was his way to deal with it.
There are plenty that he can't say, plenty that I can't say, but this accident became more personal that day. Since that day I have had some good days and bad days. I have tried to see the good in his profession. I am frequently reminded that our time together could get cut short and thus we work past the trivial arguments fairly quickly and at least try to enjoy them (as weird as that may sound), and we usually stop from our busy lives to truly appreciate the happiness we share. His profession reminding me of our mortality, especially his, is not so bad, but being reminded of that with such a horrible event did take it to another level. I hope I don't get reminded of it that way anytime soon, but then again, I am a realist and I know I am capable of dealing with anything that comes my way.
Alright, too much touchy-feely stuff. I just needed to let it out for the last time.
