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Tomorrow is Never Promised

Remember: Enjoy your life today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow is never promised – Alan Coren.

There is something that has been weighing on my mind the past week or so and I wanted to share it with y’all. Last week I found out that the cantor at my temple passed away unexpectedly.  She left behind a husband and a young daughter, who is actually in my daughter’s preschool class at Sunday school.

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She was bubbly and bright and had a beautiful singing voice. Not only did she lead the congregation in song during Shabbat services, but she would also come to the preschool class and sing songs with the kids.

I’ve had conversations with her on a few occasions but truthfully, I did not know her that well. However, when I went home and talked to my husband that night, I cried.  I cried because she will never be able to see her child grow up.  I cried because her daughter would never really know her mother and I cried for her husband who, in an instant, became a single dad raising a preschooler.

As I put my kids to bed that night, I literally had to hold back the tears as I thought about her family and as I thought about how much I love mine.

The night before she died, she probably helped her daughter get into her pajamas, brush her teeth and read her some stories. She probably kissed her good night, not knowing that would be the last time she would ever kiss her.

And as I put my kids to bed that night, and every night since then, I think about that. What if this is the last time for me?

Believe it or not, I’m not trying to be morbid or bring you down. I’m telling you this because you never know what’s going to happen in life.  Every day…every moment is a gift.

Cherish it.

Don’t waste it.

I’m not saying every day is easy. Far from it.  Life is HARD!  But it’s also wonderful and amazing.

I’m not saying I don’t get frustrated or annoyed with my kids and I’m not saying life is a bowl of cherries for me all day every day. BUT I am saying that I do try to keep this in mind – that tomorrow is not promised.

Sometimes when we are in the moment of one of my daughter’s tantrums, it’s hard to cherish those particular seconds of my day…but…I remind myself that it will pass.

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Sometimes I even sing that country song to myself in my head (seriously) You’re Gonna Miss This by Trace Adkins (and if you haven’t heard it and you’re a parent or even if you’re not, you need to listen to it!)  Because this song reminds us, that even when life is hard and things are totally chaotic – it goes by so fast and when you look back that you are actually going to miss those crazy times.

 

 

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