|Alex, Teach, and Bethany|
Alex is Teach’s best friend. Maybe you remember her from the post I wrote about the Artichoke Box. They have been friends since middle school and at 20 they were closer than ever. Her mom was only 53 years old. She was not a particularly close friend, but I counted her anyway. She was an amazingly supportive person who always bought Girl Scout cookies and Tupperware and whatever else my kids were selling.
Teach and I had spent about an hour visiting with her a month ago. She didn’t seem like she was staring death in the face then. On the contrary, we talked about Christmas and Alex’s future and school and marriage and grandkids. All things she will never experience. Just last week she asked Teach if the Dog Walker planned on selling any of his cornstalks this year. Halloween was coming up and she loved that holiday!
I have been walking around like a zombie for the last 36 hours. Why do some people have to face these kinds of challenges? Why Alex? And why not Teach? I’m 46 which is not a whole lot younger than 53. Yet I go about life just assuming that I have 30 or 40 more years of living to do. I hope Alex hugged her mom when she left for work on Saturday. I hope she said, “I love you!” as she ran out to her car. I know she said it often on her cell when she was at my house, asking for just one more hour or one more minute with Teach. We never know when our time on earth will end. Let’s not waste any of it. Tell the ones you love how you feel! Let’s hug a little more, forgive a little more, then when the time comes at 53 or 93, there won’t be any regrets. Because I’m pretty sure that “just kidding” call isn’t coming.