Little Things

Sometimes it's the little things that break us...Today I was at my doctor's office, just signing in as I usually do, when suddenly I heard the man next to me mention his doctor's name. "Dr. Guthrie", he said, when asked who he was seeing. The tears began to well up in my eyes. I wasn't expecting this. I didn't think about David's doctor being at this office. It caught me off guard. David is my brother in law for those who don't know. He died this past Saturday from complications of Lukemia (AML). Anyway, I walked to my seat and picked up the newspaper. I flipped through to the obituaries to see if they had made a corrected copy. It had been in the paper the day before but they had a typo. Supposedly, they were just replacing the written part of it so I wasn't expecting to see David's picture staring me in the face. Again, the tears welled up. I know that this is a common thing. The hurt is still fresh, and this is just a part of the grieving process. Doesn't make it any easier though. In the days to come the hurt will ease up some, but David will never be forgotten. I have known him since I was a young teenager. There have been times when he could be aggravating. But most times he kept me laughing. Whenever anyone needed his help he was there. He had a very giving nature. I can honestly say his mama raised him well...