It Wasn’t My Time
There are moments in life when the distance between an ordinary day and tragedy is measured in inches. I’ve thought about that a lot today - with good reason. Yesterday started out as a good day, even though it centered around a funeral home. My wife Carol, my oldest son Matt, and I had gone to pay our respects to the family of lifelong friends. As strange as it sounds, it turned into one of those bittersweet gatherings that reminds you how deeply connected your life is to other people. We saw old friends we hadn’t laid eyes on in decades. There were hugs, old stories, laughter, and the kind of catching up that somehow picks right back up where it left off. A wonderful event, though it was obviously wrapped in sadness. Afterward, the three of us went to eat. Nothing fancy. Just a pleasant meal and good conversation before heading home. It felt like a completely normal evening. Ordinary in every way. And then, within a matter of seconds, it almost wasn’t. We pulled up...