Yesterday, a friend of mine had her world turned completely destroyed.  I use the word friend loosely as we were friends in high school, but ran in different circles and if it wasn’t for Facebook would probably never “talk”.  Regardless of how close we aren’t–she still is someone who matter to me in the sense that we live in a “village.”  I think that is the beauty of social media–it allows us to connect with others and rebuild the village.  Even if the support or friendship is only cursory–it still matters.

Yesterday my friend’s husband was killed in a traffic accident on his regular commute to work.  He swerved to avoid hitting a dead deer in the middle of the lane, lost control and hit a concrete pillar of an overpass.  A senseless tragedy has left this woman and her teen-aged sons completely devastated.

I cried this morning as I read her glorious tribute to the love of her life and the father of her children.  I thought of my own children and my own husband.  I thanked the universe for all of my blessings.  I thanked the universe that I have my husband to hug tonight and wake up to in the morning (even on those days he drives me completely insane) because I don’t know that I could manage the alternative.

So, today I curse the universe for taking away a father, a son, a husband and a best friend, but at the same time thank the universe that I still have mine.

Life is too short and I need to remember to not take any moments for granted.  Because in a blink of an eye they could be gone.