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I’m a bit of a funk today. Had a nice weekend, a good and productive day yesterday, enjoyed dinner and time at home after work, and got to bed at a decent hour. But today, even though it’s not a bad day, is still one for being in a funk.

First, as we all know it’s the 6th anniversary of the Sept 11 attacks and since it is a Tuesday today, the same day it happened, that’s a little unsettling. I’ve been thinking about that a lot and it doesn’t seem possible that 6 years have passed.

Then at work today, someone forwarded me an email with a news story about a co-worker of mine in Canada. He went to the river for some water sports on Saturday but never showed up to meet his wife for dinner afterwards. Then on Sunday someone found his jet-ski abandoned in the river, and his usual life jacket was at his house (so, they assume he wasn’t wearing one Saturday). The police have been searching for him for two days and called it off this morning. While a miracle is always possible, I’m fairly sure he’s gone. He was 44, had a family, was a terrific co-worker, and it ends like this? I’ve been in a funk over that all day.

And I heard this song and it just made me want to cry. How true this is. Don’t blink.

Don’t blink, just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap
Wake up and you’re 25, and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife.
Don’t blink, you just might miss your babies growing like mine did.
Turning into moms and dads, next thing you know, your better half
Of 50 years is there in bed, and you’re praying God takes you instead.
Trust me now, 100 years goes faster than you think.
Don’t blink.

All I want to do is go home and hug my sweet husband a little tighter, and be thankful we have what we have.