Slice of Life Challenge - Day 13 - hosted by Two Writing Teachers
We all make decisions in life. We make our choices based on a variety of things. Sometimes they are easy and sometimes they are not. Sometimes they are insignificant, such as what color of socks to wear, but sometimes they are life-changing. Sometimes our choices mean that we miss out on something important.
I made the choice to go to visit a close friend instead of spending the weekend at home. I chose to travel to her new house and spend some time in her new world. I chose to miss out on spending time with my own family. It wasn’t an easy choice, but I chose based on the fact that I thought there would be many more weekends to enjoy my family and not as many times to visit my who now lived two hours away from me.
It’s a choice I will forever regret. Not because I didn’t have a nice visit with my friend, but because I missed out on something much bigger. Of course, as often happens, I could never have known what would happen. I could never have anticipated that I’d never see her chubby little cheeks alive again.
You never imagine that a precious young girl, a baby really, at two years old, will be taken from your life. You never dream that making a simple choice will mean a huge regret to shoulder forever. As a young twenty-something, death is for old people, drug addicts and people you don’t know. It’s not for spunky young girls with big blue eyes and a smile that could wrap you around her finger in mere seconds.
No, it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I missed her last days. It’s not fair that the car crossed the center line. It’s not fair that her brothers lost their baby sister. It’s not fair that I lost my beautiful niece. It’s not fair that my sister lost her baby girl. Sometimes life is not fair.People say everything happens for a reason. I have said it. Most days I believe it. Life has shown me enough by now to believe it. I choose to believe that the reason she is gone is a big, important one. I choose to believe that God had a very important job and needed a special helper to carry it out. What other reason could there be? There is no other reason that brings me comfort like that one, so I choose it. I make the decision to believe that God needed a very special angel and someday I will understand why...but I don't have to like it.