There are days when, out of nowhere, I get so gripped by a crippling fear that I will die tomorrow. And when I lay my head in bed that night, my mind will bring me to images of my son and my husband and what life will be like for them as my son grows up. It brings me tears. And I fall asleep.
Then the next day comes, I rustle out of bed and I see the sun beaming, its rays bringing warmth in the house. And I smile. And thank the Giver of Life for life itself.