It's just amazing how much we take things for granted.
The ability to walk, the ability to talk, the ability to be independent.
Today was a struggle.
I had to visit my FIL in the hospital today and it was a humbling experience. He's hurt, he's bored and he's tired. Plus, the sterile scent of the room doesn't make things any better. It doesn't help that as a grown man, he is reduced to be treated like a child: do this-do that.
All he wants to do is go home.
While these events unfold in front of me, I realize one thing. I may be put in that situation one day.
As a child, and currently, as a healthy adult, I never imagined being so weak that someone has to turn me over so I won't get bed sores, or that someone has to feed me because I can't lift the spoon to my mouth. But man, I left the place drained.
I won't go to details about being in the hospital. There definitely is a difference between working in one and living in one.
I will be glad when they tell us he is able to go home.
So for me, please go and kiss your loved ones. And smell the roses from time to time.
And don't forget to realize that the things you take for granted may be taken away from you the moment you least expect it.