Morbid

When I was young, my mom was a stay-at-home mom and she babysat everyone in the neighborhood. My best friend, a girl who lived up the street and twenty others. And from time to time, my best friends rowdy male cousins were among the lot.

Fast forward thirty-five years. My best friend's cousin has married the girl who lived up the street. They're incredibly happy. Unfortunately, the cousin developed heart problems and slowly died.

Mom and I returned from the funeral. Deep thoughts had enveloped me and the first thing I did when I got home was throw my arms around my husband. I was so thankful he was young, healthy, kind and that we were happy.

Me: I can't imagine losing my husband.

Austin: I thought you pictured my death all the time.

Me: Um. Yeah.

Austin: Oh, you were talking about your fantasy husband.

Me: That's right.