After my first husband's accident, people would sometimes ask questions like, “What if he'd made a different choice?” “What if you'd woken up earlier or later?” “What if you hadn't gone to the store that day?”
I learned pretty quickly that those two little words could take me down a road I didn't want to travel. I made a conscious decision to remove “what if” from my vocabulary. No amount of questioning could change what had happened, and I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life chasing answers that didn't exist.
I wrote “What If” about choosing to live in the present rather than getting lost in all the things that might have been. Some questions simply don't have answers, and I've learned that peace sometimes comes from letting them go.