Being the Type-A person that I am, we had a little tiff. We talked it out, fixed the problem to avoid a future issue, and moved on with our day.
Much later, we were looking at crochet patterns for a scarf he wants me to make. After finally finding one that he claimed was not too feminine, I realized the pattern called for a hook that I don't have. I texted my mom to see if she had the right size.
She texted back that she did, but they were leaving for the funeral home. I had not met the man that passed, only his wife. This man, husband to my mom's friend, died suddenly from a heart attack at 56-years-old.
My mind can't wrap around that number and what it means. My parents are the same age. My husband is just nine years his junior. Suddenly, a lot of things came into perspective. Things that may have been an issue at noon don't seem as big of an issue anymore.
More often that not, we get caught up with the little things: who didn't take out the trash, who left water on the bathroom vanity, who didn't refill the toilet paper. In the heat of the moment, the little things take over our day. We spend so much time organizing/cleaning/working/fighting that we don't realize how little time we actually have left.
Realistically, we can't spend our days worrying if this moment is the end. However, sitting on this knowledge of this man's passing, I can't help but feel a sense of deep sadness, a deeper regret over some things that I said to my husband this morning out of hurt and frustration. In the grand scheme of things, the little tiff my husband and I had meant nothing. I have no doubt that my mom's friend would give anything to have her husband one more day, even if they didn't talk at all.
The trash will get taken out. The water will get wiped up. Someone will eventually get out a new roll of toilet paper. Going into the new year, I am not going to take the little things for granted. I am not going to waste another minute worrying over the small stuff. I just wish that it didn't take the sudden and untimely death of someone I know to bring me the right perspective.
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