An open letter .

Dear Lady driving the Ford Escape,

You must not have noticed, but you almost hit my car speeding past me to avoid a lane closure.
I noticed, because my heart skipped a beat as you flew by. I wondered where you were going, and why you had to attempt such a stunt. It really made me sad when you pulled into Wendy's for what I am assuming was lunch. You see, It bugs me when people drive as carelessly as you do for many reasons. Mainly, because I have two of the most adorable little girls at home who call me Mama. And a Handsome fella that I vowed "till death do us part" less than three short years ago.  And three short years ago death seemed like something about 60 years in the future.


But sadly, I am battling way more than your careless driving. I am battling stage 3 cancer. And yes, it sucks - even more so than your driving..


You see, I don't rush anymore while driving. It is not worth it. I want to beat this cancer - and a year from now proclaim I am cancer free , and a survivor.  I want to walk my little girls to their first day of kindergarten , and cry like a baby when they smile, wave, and exclaim " bye mama"! I want to kiss boo boo's and scraped knees, Hug them and let them crawl into my bed after a bad nightmare. To hear the sweet childhood giggles of two little girls - just like my parents did. To see them get all dressed up in frilly white dresses and make their first communion. To take cool family vacations - and maybe even that dream trip to Hawaii for Brian and I alone. To watch them grow into Junior High Schoolers who know way more than me, who roll their eyes when I forbid them to wear that dress (because its just too short). To be able to hold them and wipe the tears from their eyes when that first crush breaks her heart.  And of course I want to see them get all glammed up for prom, and watch them walk with their fellow classmates and graduate . As much as it will break me , to send them off to college and let them fly on their own. But I know they will meet that special guy - not that jerk from junior high - A great guy who asks her father and I for our blessing, gets down on one knee and asks her to be his wife. Oh and grand-babies of course !To have milestone Anniversaries with the man I fell madly in love with. To grow old and gray together and think ..."wow, it wasn't easy, but we didi it. And we did a damn good job" ! These are a few short , but meaningful precious moments in life that I want to witness.


So please, before you decide to hit the gas and narrowly miss hitting that car , think to yourself - why am I rushing. Take the time to slow down, and think. Your actions may have consequences. You could hit that car..... That car with the newborn baby driving home for the first time. That car with a single mom whose husband is serving overseas. That car with an elderly couple in it who have been married for 50 years.That car with the woman who just found out she is pregnant. That car with a man who just found out he lost his best friend. That car with a young adult driving off to college for the first time. That car with the woman battling cancer who has 2 babies and a man who need her.

Life is short, and precious.

Slow down, nothing is worth someones future, someones forever....