I went to the dentist yesterday to get a much-needed tooth filled. Before I left home, I thought about the front receptionist. I hadn't seen her on my last visit. We always swapped grandchildren stories and it made me feel comfortable sort of knowing someone there--did I mention I hate dentists?
When I arrived, I saw a sign on the counter with dates about her.
She had died a year ago.
Diane had suffered a major heart attack in front of her TV. No real warning signs. She was my age, healthy and energetic.
My thoughts wrangled with her death all through my procedure.
They are still wrangling.I question if I've done enough. If my husband and I have followed our dreams. If we've embraced wrong priorities and not done what it takes to live.
I miss this stranger who I only knew through my twice-a-year check-ups. She made an impact on my life through her warm smiles and chatter making my dental visits less stressful.
Her untimely death also encouraged me to move forward with my plans and dreams. We are only promised today--not tomorrow. Are you making the most of it?