in less than a heartbeat

We walked to the metro this morning. Me, heading to work. He, heading home for a little more nap time before going off to work himself.

A quick good-bye kiss, before I board my train.

"Please don't sit in the first car," he says as he leans in close. "Go sit in the middle."

"I love you too," would be my response if I wasn't frozen at the reminder of the accident. The pictures. They paralyze you.

We are all shaken.
We all feel a little less invincible.

It's a sobering truth that things could change in a second.

In less than a heartbeat.

Let's pray that something good comes out of this tragedy.