Originally posted on MySpace July 12, 2006
The mother was in her car at church waiting for her other children. Her not-quite-five-year-old son, Joshua, was in the car with her. Unbeknownst to her, he exited the car. The mother went to move the car so another vehicle could park. A man screamed. She jumped out of the car to find Joshua lying under the car. She knew immediately the worst. She spoke to him softly and held his hand as he took his last breaths.
This tragic accident happened to people I know through family. I cannot begin to describe how saddened I am. It makes me acutely aware of how every day could be our last. How every time I get into my car and drive the ten miles to my house/work, something could happen and I may not survive.
The five minutes I just spent typing this are gone. I will never get that time back. The four hours I spent inputting invoices this morning-Poof! And for what? Lately I have realized how every moment instantly becomes our past. We cannot stop it from happening. Time continues on, the Earth continues to rotate. And everything we anticipate, prepare for, is here and over before we know it. I am constantly wondering where the last five years have gone.
How quickly life passes you by when you are pretending to live it.