Today Ryan and I went to a "viewing".
The wife of one of his co-workers died unexpectedly last weekend from a blood clot.
She was 33.
They have four children, the oldest is 8.
I could not hold the tears when I saw a grandma holding their youngest son, Noah. He'll be six months tomorrow.
I've never met her, did not know any of her family either.
As Ryan and I wove through the church, viewing photos of her with her family, I still did not recognize anyone.
Seeing photos of her, happy with her pregnant belly, her beautiful babies wrapped up in the hospital blankets, at the zoo, at a birthday party, snuggled up on the couch, engagement photos, wedding photos, stirred up so many emotions. I have the same photos. That could be me, in those pictures, with my kids. That could be my mother holding my baby. That could be my husband, standing there. Next to me, lying there.
That could be me.