Don't Blink

It was a shitty weekend for accidents.

First, my friend El sent a note saying that her sister's stepson had been killed in a motorcycle accident. He was 23 years old.

Then, my beloved (ex?) sister-in-law L called to say she had been in a car accident (car totalled, but miraculously, she's okay).

While all this was happening, it was all over the news that a fiery plane crash had killed four people and had left two young musicians badly burned.

On Saturday, E was running and fell face first onto the pavement. It was a bloody, scary mess. But thank God, he is alright. No lost teeth, no broken bones. No concussion. He went to school today looking like Rocky Marciano after a wicked one, but with a smile on his face, two thumbs up (and a Yankee's cap, pulled down low).

Man, did we luck out.

But there is a big screaming message in this nasty weekend and it's this:

Hug your loved ones tight. Now tighter. Now one more time, tighter still.

Tell them you love them as obnoxiously often as possible.

And please remember: don't blink.

It could all be gone tomorrow.