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unmade bed

a couple days ago one of my mom's students got into a car accident and died--just like that. isn't that crazy? one minute you're alive, driving home after work, and the next minute you're brain dead. life is just so unpredictable and uncertain--it boggles the mind!

my mom and i were talking about it and she said the funniest thing. "i know this sounds ridiculous. . . but i was just thinking this morning that if i died today, my bed wouldn't be made and the house would be a complete mess." and it just struck me as being so incredibly funny. but, in all seriousness, it's somewhat of a metaphor for life. i mean . . . no one wants to die with things unsettled and undone--with your bed unmade, so to speak. at least i don't.

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