It's been a while since I have posted here. There's a reason for that. My ex-husband died in a car accident on June 26th. He was revived at the scene, went into a coma, and was placed on life support at the hospital until it became clear that he was 'gone'. He was only 52, and from the mouths of his long-time AA friends, it appeared he might finally have got his sh*t together. I have two sons with him. They had recently begun to build a better relationship, and, in fact, had told me that this past Father's Day with him was the best they'd ever shared. Given the volatile history between me and the ex, I was a bit surprised to find myself . . . very distraught. It's been an unexpectedly emotional and revelatory past few weeks. And it spurs me on, reminding me again that time is limited, and life isn't a waiting game -- it's a living game, and allowing oneself to be caught up in the mundane, the mediocre, the minutiae of the day-to-day is a waste of that time. I'm not suggesting we all live big, bold, in-yer-face lives. I'm suggesting that we live, period.