Precious Minutes
27 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
When those young people signed up for a camp in Norway recently, the furthest thing from their mind would have been the reality of their experience. Not even one week after the act, it astounds me how quickly we can forget about such atrocities and get on with the trivialities of our life…meanwhile, the parents, siblings, friends, teachers and colleagues of these beautiful young people are currently struggling to breathe in and out, grappling with the fact that the people they loved are no longer with them, at least in the form that they knew them. I wonder what their last moments were – were they happy goodbyes? Did they argue with their loved ones the day before they left? Did they hug the ones they love, or text, or call, or whisper the ‘I Love You’ that they really wanted to say that morning? Did we? Did we stop for that one moment? Did we make the time to look our children in the eye and really see them? Did we imagine what it would be like if they didn’t come home tonight? I cannot imagine, nor do I want to think about, what that would be like…. tragedies like these make me grateful that I stop, not nearly often enough, but that I do stop and think about how blessed I am. I would like to think that it doesn’t take such hideous occurrences as this to remind me of just how precious each moment is.
