Last Week

A week ago tonight, Janet crawled into her bed for the last time.  She could never have known that when she woke up in the morning, she'd see the sunrise for the last time.  A week ago tonight, she had already seen two of her children for the last time, already given them the last kisses that they would ever get from their mom.  A week ago tonight was the last time Janet would tuck her youngest into bed.  A week ago tonight, she laid her head on her pillow for the very last time, content in the assumption that there would be many more tomorrows.  

She had no idea that in a week, we'd lay her in the ground.  

I've never seen a family so devastated.  So many lives have been forever changed.  It just goes to show you how precious and fragile life really is.  Please continue to keep the Bonilla family in your prayers.  


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"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless..."

-Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky