Life happens

On Monday I thought that I would have space in my Tuesday for walking or swimming. However, as the Big Guy Upstairs would have it, life happened. The mother of a lifelong friend died on Saturday, and her funeral was yesterday. What would have been my workout time was spent in church, saying prayers and shedding some tears. It was worth every minute and every tear. Having lost a parent myself, I know all too well the sadness, fear and fatigue. Though I don't think my friend saw me there in the congregation, I am comforted to know that I was there for her. So, ironically, life happened. Some things are just more important than a workout, eh?