So, yesterday afternoon, after going to do war planning, I spent some time with my mother. Nothing exciting. We listened to some music in the car and ran some errands. Her husband has been given about a month to live, so she is not only trying to run her own business, look after him, look after me (because Odin knows I need fucking help), keep my crazy arse brother from killing anyone, and just general family crap, she is also on death watch.
While I was with her, my mother had a fall which is never good but it was not terrible either. She was trying to climb a table to get extra blankets down for the kids… *shakes head* She is one of those sorts of people who just wants to help everyone except herself. Sometimes, her help can be… not completely normal, but she always means well. So, I ended up staying out a lot later than I had originally anticipated.
This didn’t bother me. Unless it is something incredibly important, being late is not something I worry about. Normally, if you are late for something, it is for reasons out of your control so, I figure, stressing about it and rushing will only make the entire situation worse.
Anyway! On my way home, there was so much traffic. A 15-20 minute drive turned into an hour.
People were losing their fucking minds. Swearing, beeping horns, turning around to go another way, hooning back up the road with skidding tires… because, you know, we weren’t all sitting in the same traffic jam… 😒 Road rage in Aus is a big fucking problem… The things I have seen people do on the road here… some shit is straight out of a fucking movie. Seriously. People get behind the well of a car and show their true self.
We were all late to get home. All wanting dinner and bed and a beverage of some description (a wine would have been nice today, but I didn’t) No one in the traffic jam wants to be there. Everyone is stressed to the mother fucking eyeballs… well, except me… lol
But you know what? There were people there worse off on that road.
Up ahead, a car had been crushed by a truck. Fucking totaled. The people in the car? Dead. Gone. The ambulance didn’t even bother with a siren. The trucky? Alive but now has to live forever knowing he killed people by accident… probably never being able to get that out if his head.
These people were just wanting to get home like everyone else. And now they will never get there. Yesterday, they had their last morning coffee. They said good bye to their families in the morning without knowing it was the final one. They left work to never return, never getting to use the money they worked hard for. They kissed their loved ones for the last time or didn’t…
So, next time you are sitting in traffic, hating life… please… turn on some music and look out the window… find some beauty. Tell the people you love that you love them. Kiss your kids. Call your brother who you hate and tell him you love him anyway. Message your friend. Do all the things you would want to do before you die.
You never know what day will be your last…