My husband died from an aneurysm in his brain. This happened back in March of this year, but it wasn't until yesterday that I really thought about what that means. My husband drove us everwhere. I'd had vision problems that made it impossible for me to drive and then later I just got in the habit of him driving us around. Sort of liked it. Now I think of the possibilities. If we'd been in the same car when it ruptured, we could have both lost our lives, along with whoever else was on the road with us. As it is, it happened in a hospital. At any rate, it made me think: God obviously wants me here. I think it's time I become more thankful.
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