Three is by far my favorite number (literally have obsessive-compulsive disorder with this particular number). But they say bad things come in threes, and yesterday we had a bad dose of that reality. My husband woke me up to say goodbye as he was leaving for work. He came back about 2 minutes later to tell me our cat passed away. We've had her for almost 9 years, since she was a itty bitty kitty. He buried her in our back yard and left for work. About 20 minutes later my mom called to tell me my sister was in a car accident and in the hospital. She was conscious, but in pain with two broken feet (one which needed reconstructive surgery), a shattered knee cap, and bruising. Less than two hours later, my hubby called to see if I was okay and I told him about my sister. He said, "We're not having a good day are we?" My response, "No". Then he said he had to call me back , he had another call coming in. He calls me back to tell me it was his father. His cousin had accidentally shot himself while trying to clean his new gun. He died from the shot. His story was in the news: www.pnj.com/article/20100113/NEWS01/1130332
What a morning. But I felt even worse for my sister and for the parents of his cousin. Their day must be so much worse than ours. Makes you thankful for the people in your life. Give someone you know a little extra loving today...just because!
Today's post is dedicated to Geoffrey Wayne Merritt. I only knew him for a couple of years and only met him once, but it only took that one time to see what a wonderful young man he was. He was so driven and excited about the path that he saw himself on,from ROTC to an F-18 pilot in the Navy. He had a bright future ahead of him and will be deeply missed by many people. Deepest condolences to his family and friends.