Last night, I was all set to write a post about being single and alone. How much I was tired of it, how I just wanted to find my perfect man, how sorry I felt for myself because dating is so confusing.
And then I checked my facebook and saw a post from a college friend. A girl I’ve known since I was 18-years-old. Her dad had suffered a heart attack. He’s only 56-years-old. She was asking for prayers. I prayed for him and her and went to bed.
When I woke up this morning, I checked my phone and saw on facebook that her father had died. Not long after her original post about the heart attack. My heart fell to my feet and I had to fight back the tears. He’s much too young to die from a heart attack and she’s much too young to lose a father.
It brought back memories of my mother’s heart attack last December. She was lucky–she went to the hospital when the first signs happened and was able to get life saving care, and because of that, I still have my beautiful mother today.
So, in the grand scheme of things, nothing is as important or bad as it may seem. Being single and alone certainly isn’t the worst thing in the world.
My friend and her mother are picking up the pieces of their broken hearts today. It certainly puts things into perspective.
Runnin' Down a Dream 