Again
By: Darlene Thorpe
I thought that I was in a point in my life that I did not take anything for granted
Until the night my youngest son was killed
I now realize that no matter how thankful and grateful we think we are we take the simplest things for granted
Tomorrow is not guaranteed and it does not matter where you live, who you are, or where you go
We cannot control what others will do or not do if they come into our lives
In a second everything can change and in that second we are left at the mercy of the goodness, the decentness, of others, of all those around us
We would like to think that most people are basically “good” but that is not so
And so, on the night my son was killed I was reminded of this as so many did nothing
I had taken for granted that I would see my son again that night
That I would hold my son in my arms again
Hear his voice, his laugh, hear him say “mom” again
That he would get to eat his favorite foods again
And I could tell him he needed to eat healthier again
That I would smell him, his hair, as he hugged me again
That I would wake him up and say I love you and he would say it back again…