Fragility of Life
When I packed up to move the last time, I gave my sister most of my maternity clothes. I see now that I kept a few pieces and although the reason I did that escapes me, I imagine I did it so that I had some favorite pieces to show Gigi when she is older. I can’t imagine I will need them again anytime soon and even if I do, I will more than likely want to buy newer styles.
I’m happy with one child, but every now and then I read a story that brings the reality quite close to the surface that things can happen that take a child away from you forever, in the blink of an eye.
Out in Wesley Chapel, Fl (not so far from where I used to live), a 4-year-old boy was out with his brother in the playing field in their own neighborhood when he was hit in the chest by a pitched baseball. It was absolutely an accident, but the blow ended up killing him.
It’s heartbreaking to think how fragile life can be. My breath catches if I even attempt to imagine losing Gigi.
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