This morning I was reminded about the value of life. It started with reading my friend’s Facebook status of greetings to her son, “wherever he is”. It is the anniversary of his death. He was in his late 20’s and died just months before he was to receive surgery for a lifelong heart condition he had. I let the tears fall in memory of him, the sweet relationship he and his mom had and the recollection of the beautiful memorial service we attended on his behalf.
Minutes after reading this post, my niece who is visiting with her family, came up to the bedroom telling me that Greg needed me downstairs right away. I came down, expecting Greg to show me something cute the dogs were up to. I found him holding my puppy, Bindi, in his arms choking to death. We shoved our fingers down her throat searching for the item, I put my arms around her chest and thrust. Greg took over and did the same again and again. My sister and her husband came to help. I watched as my adorable puppy’s tongue lolled out and turned blue. I watched the life drain from her as her mama stood there barking. And then, miracles of miracles, with yet another thrust to her belly, a tack came flying out of her mouth! Her colour began to return! And now, three hours later, she is sitting on my lap having a nap. You would never know anything had happened!
When we arrived on the land an hour ago the front gates were decorated in balloons and garland. As we descended to the Village site, we found one of the houses adorned in plants and more garlands. When we entered the house, there in the corner, was a beautifully decorated Christmas tree with a model of baby Jesus below it! Okay, I admit it, more tears fell! [At this point, I’ve only been awake for three hours and it already feels like I’ve put in a day!]
I am reminded how bittersweet and precious life is.