Over the weekend I had a memory come up from the summer of 2011. 2011 is the last summer that I had with R. A young man who worked for him wanted to fly us to New Orleans when he found out we wanted to go. I took so many pictures on that trip. As I looked through the pictures in my “memories” on Facebook, I saw one in particular that caught my eye. It wasn’t the picture itself, it was what I said about the picture.
How many times do we saw things and have no idea the meaning behind them until so much later. Within 24 months, I would have lost my husband, and trained for a marathon to be run in NOLA as a huge part of my healing!!!
Or who knew that within 24 months, John our friend and pilot would be killed in a plane crash one weekend after flying Molly to NOLA to see me run.
I got chills when I read that post!! Life is just so strange!!!
Words are so important. Words have so much greater meaning than we ever really realize at times. The irony of our words can give great pause in our lives!!!