I've had a sleepless night or two lately. I think the coverage of the train crash grabbed me in a way that I had not expected a disaster story to grab me.
That train route of D.C. to New York my husband has taken twice in the last few weeks for auditions.
It's kind of caught in my throat that this was his very route...and thankfully, this wasn't his week to make that trip.
The circumstance, the timing, the randomness of why we find ourselves where we are when bad things happen are out of our control. Sure the astronomically rare odds that someone we know or love could be there in the midst of such a freak accident are small.
But for those that lost a loved one Tuesday, those odds don't matter because there they were in the midst of astronomical odds - shattered by disbelief.
It's one lesson I'm going to take to heart today.
My family has had this funny little habit through the years of never quite wrapping up a conversation without saying 'goodbye' and 'I love you' multiple times in every parting - phone or in person.
I love you.
Bye, I love you...
okay talk to you later...I love you.
(**Random forgotten mention & more conversation**) Okay...Love you.
It kind of has been the thing my husband and my sister's husband have laughed about in knowing our family and this kind of funny repetitive ritual.
Byes and I love yous are always extended, sometimes almost to a parody-worthy level. Somehow, through it's wackiness both of our husbands have also over time adopted it lovingly.
But it's what we do. Silly or not.
Say you love the people closest to you in your life...say it often, say it always.
Never part with those nearest and dearest to you without making sure they know.
Tell them now, tell them every time.