I will never, ever, be able to make sense of why it was that Mick died at only 39 after valiantly living with brain cancer for three and half years.
He was widely loved and respected. Why did he not have the chance to live a longer, fuller life like most?
Mick’s loss, my loss, our young children’s loss, his parent’s loss and our friend’s loss deeply touched everyone who knew us or of us.
It prompted everyone to re-evaluate and remember what is important to them.
It still does.
When we catch up with friends or family, Mick is missing, yet the kids and I are continuing on. Creating a life without him. Seeking joy and play every day. Practicing gratitude for all the love in our life and everything that we have.
We share our story, when we meet new people. They too, are prompted to be thankful and to reassess how they want to live.
I will never make sense of why Mick died but what I do know is that our story makes others “come to their senses” even if it is just briefly.
They remember who they love, what they love, their priorities and to seize the moment.