Capture Your Grief Day 13: Student of Life

NOTE: This post was written last week. We are still donating to Riverton Hospital!

This post should just start with a giant HA, because I have never been a student of life more than I am now. And life is like a teacher from the olden days that uses a ruler as punishment. Not that I'm being punished, but life is a harsh teacher sometimes!

The biggest lesson I have learned is that things are going to happen, whether you want them to or not. Life does not go the way you plan for it to go. Maybe sometimes, but in the grand scheme of things, it won't. I, for example, just hung up with Riverton Hospital, and was told that they are already receiving a CuddleCot from someone else. It shouldn't be a big deal, but it is. We were told just two weeks ago that they didn't have one, and we had our hearts set on giving ours to them. My "plan" is ruined, and now we have to find a different hospital to give it to.

I've also learned that it is no use stressing about things that haven't happened yet. Stressing means you worry twice, and what fun is that? Since we lost Carter, we've taken the "we'll cross that bridge if/when we come to it" approach. If something bad happens, we'll figure it out. We've been through enough hell in the last year, we know that trying to emotionally prepare for it doesn't do any good.

Life has taught me a whole lot of lessons that I didn't need to learn in the past year. I don't even know how to end this, so I'm just going to leave it at that.