25 Days of Thanks: Day 7….I am thankful for LIFE.
I pondered for quite a while on whether I should write about this or not and then decided that this challenge is supposed to be truthful. It’s not truthful if I feel the need to hold anything back.
December 28, 2006 was a day that will change my life forever. I’ve come to peace with my experience but as the anniversary nears I feel tension rise in my body. You see, I was part of an armed robbery. A three-man take over. I’ve experienced having a gun pressed into my back and my life threatened while I granted his request. I was a newly wed and a mother to an 8 month old boy who meant the world to me. I saw all that flash before my eyes in what felt like hours but was really just minutes. I turned and saw my friends and co-workers being held up across the room with another gunman and I remember praying that no one would get hurt.
I still struggle with this. Just last week I was paying at a store and someone walked up to the counter that made me uncomfortable. My instinct was to run and I was so frightened that I left before even grabbing my receipt. Some mornings I’m afraid to open my blinds for what may be waiting on the other side….but I make myself. I’m a survivor and I am thankful for my life!
December 28, 2007….Exactly one year later to the day I buried my mom who was my best friend. Not a day went by that we didn’t talk. I eventually moved away from her but with distance the heart grows stronger. I called her about everything. I listened to her talk about her simple life. Even once she became sick and the conversations became repeats because she would forget that she had spoken to me the day before….We still talked. We had an undeniable bond and when she passed away on Christmas morning somehow I knew. I called the house and when there was no answer I looked at my husband and said, “My mom has died.” My time was too short with her….I am thankful for her life.
December 28, 2009-Exactly two years to the day my second son was due to be born. I remember when I found out I was pregnant talking to a friend. We calculated that the baby would most likely be due in December. I remember saying to her, “As long as it’s not December 28th I’ll be okay….” Sitting in the Dr’s office watching the nurse do my ultrasound-it all seems a blur. All I remember her saying was, “Looks like you’ll be due December 28th.” I panicked. I cried…but I got I got over it. Turns out my sweet baby was born on the 27th but I have no doubt that he was brought into my life to help bring some happiness to such a somber time. He brings absolute joy to my life and every life he touches…..I am thankful for his Life….