After work the other day I made a quick run to Sephora because I was pushing some of my makeup essentials to their absolute end. When I got home I got out my makeup caddy to remove the old / almost empty products and replaced them with the new ones. One of the things I replaced was a waterproof mascara that I bought when I was in Colorado back in October for a most tragic event that happened to my family. You can read about it here if you like.
This is a post about how, though I’m not sure if I believe in destiny or Divine Intervention or whatever, sometimes things do seem to happen for a reason.
It was the morning of the viewing for my sweet cousin Shaun who had passed away. The memorial service would be the next day. I had stayed the night at my mother’s house out in the country. My mom and her husband don’t drink coffee so I pulled on a pair of jeans, threw my hair up in a haphazard bun, put on my slippers and headed to town for a Starbucks. While I was in town I figured I would head to the local JC Penny because they had a Sephora inside and I knew I would need some tear-proof mascara for the events ahead. When I arrived they were not open yet but would be in about 40 minutes. Rather than drive all the way back out to my mom’s house then back in to town again I tried to think of a way to kill some time until the store opened. Oh! My dad was staying at a motel down the street as he had come up from the remote deserts of Arizona to be with the family.
When I got to the motel my dad was up and having some coffee. But one look at his face and I knew something was wrong. Daddy had some pretty major abdominal surgery a few years earlier and it seemed the problem was rearing its ugly head again. It took some convincing, but I talked him in to letting me take him to the hospital. He was admitted and subsequently had major surgery. Again. He was in the hospital for 30 days recovering. Afterwards, he decided to stay in Colorado with the family and that, Internets, is pretty awesome.
What’s my point? My point is that if my mom drank coffee I wouldn’t have gone to town for a Starbucks. If I hadn’t gone to town for coffee I wouldn’t have been at Sephora before they opened. If I hadn’t been too early to buy some waterproof mascara I wouldn’t have stayed in town to stop by and see my dad. And if I hadn’t done that, who knows what would have happened to my dad. And if something had happened to my dad, my amazing family wouldn’t have him closely settled in their lives; right where he belongs.
Cheers ~ SF