I am not sure why, but the Natasha Richardson story has really hit me hard. My heart has been aching and I have felt in a state of disbelief since I heard the story on the radio driving into work yesterday. After hearing it I was obsessed, on and off the Internet throughout the day -- People.com, CNN,com, and soo on. While I know a bit more about her then the average American (being from New York, her family’s farm house is near my hometown), I couldn’t figure out why this was hitting me so hard. And then it hit me.
It was because it reminded me how precious life is, particularly as a wife and mother.
It reminded me that you have to say “I love you” to your husband and kids every day because you never know when it will be your last one.
It reminded me not to sweat the little things in life, but instead savor the moments that life brings as you never know when there won’t be more of them.
It reminded me to invest in my marriage and the nurturing of it and my children, as someday they won’t have me and they need to be strong and secure if that happens.
It reminded me to call my grandma, parents and siblings more often and to make sure my children know them, as in tough times they are your rock.
It reminded me to continue to take my health seriously and why skiing still scares me to death, no matter how much I do it.
Finally it reminded me that life isn’t always “fair” and that a bigger person has a plan for all of us, so be a good person each and every day.
I hope we can all learn something from touching stories like hers.