Needless to say this past weekend was a very rough one with the drowning accident involving our little neighbor girl and her brother. They are new to our block and though we don’t personally know the family, J, myself, and many others in our church and community were shaken by this terrible accident. It literally hit too close to home.
The 2 year old little brother, thankfully, will make a full recovery. However, his 5 year old sister Rachel did not survive. Her parents took this tragic circumstance and helped at least three other children by donating her organs early this morning. I can’t imagine the courage that it would take to go through something like this and I admire them for thinking of others during what I’m sure has been an agonizing couple of days.
My thoughts and prayers have been focused on this family as well as my own. My heart aches to think that it could have happened to anyone, especially my own kids. As a parent, when you hear about the loss of a child, it’s hard not to put yourself in the parents shoes. For two days I couldn’t look at my kids without tearing up.
Fortunately/unfortunately Monday came and right along with it regular routine and usual craziness. Though I was dreading it first thing in the morning, I was thankful that I had a full day of obligations and deadlines. When I find myself in a less than stable state, the only thing for me to do is stay busy and most of all, be distracted. Everyone has their own coping styles. Some mope, some get angry, me? I have to have a project…or twenty. But you know, it works for me.
And now, it’s a new day. Another day to kiss and love on my kids. Another day to appreciate the beauty of a sunrise. Another chance to make a difference…