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Thank You Jon

What a day! A friend of mine is planning her husband's birthday, sends him off to ride motorcycles with his buddies, by the afternoon, she gets the news that he was killed in a tragic accident on the highway. I'm just blown away by how quickly life can change (for all of us).

It put me mindful of petty disagreements and strife my husband and I have been dealing with. I was still nursing some spite from seemingly thoughtless remarks. Right away I resolved to let it go and re-focus on what is important....our love for each other and the celebration of it. My husband noted my attitude change immediately upon his arrival from work and seemed to "get it" when I told him of the loss of our mutual friend.

We lovingly reconnected over the weekend and spoke often of our recently departed friend. I am so sorry for her loss, their loss, our loss. And at the same time, I am so very grateful for another day of life on this earth with my loved one, my Rodney, nobody can torque
 me the way that he can. I sure love him.
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