I had a thought this morning about how you sometimes say something,that at the time sounds fine, but in retrospect, like 25 years later, you wonder,"where did that come from". I am thinking of the day my husband had his heart attack, over 25 years ago.
The first thing I said was "who will bring me coffee in the morning".How dumb was that.Now I can see that to me ,that heart attack was the end of the routine we had made for ourselves and, yes, my life was to be changed forever. As a note, he does still bring
me coffee in bed every morning.
After his stroke 14 years ago, a brother in law asked me what I would miss the most. Without thinking, I said "getting presents".That, too, was revealing. We are not a present giving family. We just aren't.For birthdays,
etc. we call and tell them how special they are to us.And we sing Happy Birthday over the phone. That's always good for a laugh.I guess I was saying, way back when my psychiatrist brother in law asked me the question,was that maybe I did want a present .I
think that a present is my metaphor for life.Give me a present of my old life back. It's never too late to know that your life can change in a heart beat. Knowing that, get out there,live a little,live a lot and take along the one you love.