As you know from the last post, I have been practicing focusing on the things that really matter in life.  But while I was racing down the freeway last night to get to Kosta who had collapsed in Ocean Beach I felt like I had failed miserably.  Spent too many moments working, complaining because he used my bath towel, being a hungry Monster, or overanalyzing something small.

His friend Josh called to tell me that while they were packing up the farmers market, Kosta had fallen and that Kosta knew he needed an ambulance.. something about his back and legs giving out, blackness surrounding his vision, the blood draining from his face.  He had told Josh to call me and 911. We ended the phone call quickly so Josh could call an ambulance.  Kosta is a man’s man.  If he thinks he needs an ambulance, it’s serious.

So I was speeding down the 8 fwy, about 15 minutes away from OB if you aren’t hauling butt, wondering if he was paralyzed or having a seizure or an aneurysm, trying to get there as fast as I could while not causing an accident myself.  The last blog post I made was hitting me hard.  Your family’s health and your time together is the only thing that really matters.  Kosta being okay was the only important thing in the world.

It turns out that the paramedics with the fire department determined Kosta passed out because of the excruciating pain from whatever he did to his back while lifting an oversized cooler into the van.  He was going to be okay.  After we got home, I smiled when Kosta waddled down the hallway from the bathroom, just getting out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist, and mine around his shoulders.  Last night was life’s way of reminding us to hold onto every moment that we have and make them happy ones.  When everything is said and done the things we’ve shared together will be what’s left.  And lucky for us, this time, today is a new day.

Kitty and I have tried to make Kosta’s floor position a little bit brighter.  She left her froggy for him, and I, the flowers.

Ps. I actually caught up to and passed Kosta’s ambulance on the freeway.  (the fire dept. was on the scene)  This was before it turned it’s lights on and started doing its thing, but I’m still proud of my speediness. 😉  Sorry Mom!