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The Inherent Fragility of Our Lives
We all know by now, at midlife, that each daycould be our last. I garner that most of us don’t like to think about this, much less acknowledging this and yet it is all too true. When we then have a day (such as I did, yesterday) which reminds us of this inescapable reality, the resulting feeling can be…
Shock. Disbelief. A feeling of surreal hyper reality to the maximum…
And then immediately, immense relief. And then, immense gratitude.
Or maybe all those emotions are happening simultaneously at once.
Regardless, yesterday my ex-husband was side swiped by an 18-wheel ton truck on his way to my apartment. Yes, we are still very good friends and even though both our marriage and our later divorce were both extremely difficult and painful, we also realized that we had a friendship between us that was worth keeping. We still quibble with each other, almost like brother and sister, at times, but ultimately, there is much love between us.
We’ve been through a lot together. That counts for something, you know?
So, yesterday, when this road incident occurred, he was on the interstate and he phoned me, and reassured me that he was okay but that he had to wait on the police. The truck driver admitted that he (the truck driver) was at fault as my ex had been in his…
