I love the line from a current song on the radio "we are all just one phone call from our knees". I've had one of those phone calls just once in my life and it has left me terrified of the phone when it rings in the wee hours of the morning. Answering that call opened up a world of loss and grief like I had never imagined and taught me at a young age that life is precious and finite. As I've gotten older I've experienced more loss but never as piercing or sharp as that call so long ago in the dark morning hours. This weekend has been filled with phone calls trying to gather information, or instill a sense of calm, or just letting someone know they are loved. Life that can be running along so smoothly one moment can be so disrupted and changed in just seconds. All it takes is the message at the other end of the phone line. Loss becomes such a frequent visitor as one gets older it is hard to accept it graciously or willingly and not to fight like a mad woman not giving an inch. I don't want to give up the life I know, to have the ones I love hurt and change, and yet I must accept that change is part of life and look for the good in what the change brings.