This past weekend a 29-year-old woman in Traverse City was killed after someone hit her while she was biking at night. She got tangled up in the bottom of their vehicle, and they dragged her for a block. Then they drove off. Apparently investigators believe this killing along with two other bicyclists being hit in the past two years around the same time of year and same place have something in common. Rather, someone in common. Apparently the vehicle's description in each case has been the same.

This woman was married. She had two jobs and was saving for her future so her and her husband could travel. Her husband was a musician, and she was on her way home at 2am from one of his shows. From what I can tell, they were recently married. Last August. And so in love.

I've been a wreck today. I can't stop thinking about this. What kind of human being intentionally runs over a woman and drags her? She had her whole life ahead of her. I can't stop thinking about how awful her husband must be feeling, his heart completely torn out. And I can't stop thinking about her, in her last seconds of living. What an awful way to die.

It made me realize how short life is. So short.

I hugged Tim tight today when I got home. And I cried telling him the story. I don't know what I would do if he died. I don't know if I could function without him. He's the one for me. Nobody knows how to make the fluffiest eggs like he can. I seriously don't know what he does to them. Nobody else would come up to me when I'm working out and hand me a Dorito... Nobody else could put up with my crazy, crazy mood swings. He's so calm, and I'm all over the place. Nobody else actually enjoys cleaning the house like he does. Nobody else has such passion for video games or drumming like he does, even if at times it gets annoying... He's constantly trying to better himself and our life together. One of my favorite things he does this: As long as he doesn't have to work the next day, Tim will stay up super late playing a video game or something. I stay awake as long as I can until I end up falling asleep on the couch. He'll get me a cup of water and my cell phone (I use it as an alarm), put them on my nightstand, turn the blankets down, and spray my pillow spray (I use either lavender, mint, or jasmine vanilla-all super relaxing smells I highly recommend). He'll then wake me up and carry me to bed. It's the sweetest thing ever. And he does it without complaint. He seriously never complains. Makes me realize how much I complain to him, now that I think about it. 

Anyway, the whole point of this post is just as a reminder: "Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity" (something I saw somewhere on Pinterest). You don't know when your time will be up. Spend time with your family. Super hug a loved one today. Seriously. Long hug. Let them know you love them. I know because of this 29-year-old woman, many people will be doing that more often. 

I know because of her, I'll be hugging this man a lot more for sure.