Blessed

I am blessed. I have 3 wonderful children who have married equally wonderful spouses and have produced 3 delightful grandchildren.
My husband has weathered 2 brain surgeries and radiation and still has the quick wit and wonderful sense of humor that attracted me to him way back almost 38 years ago. We grew old together, while many of our counterparts just grew apart. We are still best friends.
Every once in a while we have the tendency to forget just how blessed we are. Last night, in the beauty salon, (those little gray hairs get me in there about every 5 weeks now) I sat next to a woman who looked oh so familiar, yet I could not place her. Many folks come in and out of your life, and I could not for the life of me remember where/when I had met her. During our conversation it turned out that her husband and mine belonged to the same club, and her husband had been our daughter's coach in little league. She and her husband are wonderful people and raised 3 bright and beautiful daughters. And one day, they received a phone call that one of those daughters jumped out a window and committed suicide. We did not speak about that last night, we only spoke of the other two. That happened probably close to 10 years ago, and you can still see a haunted look in her eyes when she speaks about her children.
She remains teaching, and her husband still goes to work every day, and the other girls go on with their lives, but this ideal family, is broken.
So I look at mine, and I think to myself, that I am truly blessed.
Every once in a while there may be a bump in the road, but then all I have to do is remember what others have endured, I know I am blessed.