My heart is heavy this morning. The trials and tribulations of last week seem incredibly insignificant in the big scheme of thing. I am again reminded that being a parent opens your eyes to heart ache that you had never imagined.
Last week there was a fight amongst a bunch of teenagers at a local high school late at night. Over what exactly no one quite knows. A boy ended up dead. The 18 year old son of a friend has been charged with murder. Ironically (according to newspaper reports) his friends called him prior to fight to come along and help out so no one got hurt.
The 30-ish daughter of a co-worker has been fighting a brain tumor since late last year. They had done surgery. She had suffered through the hardest of the radiation and was focused on the last part of her journey. She'd been told that her prognosis was good. He told me that it was taking its toll, there were people all around her who were being told how long they had to live, she looked in him the eye and asked him if there was anything he wasn't telling her. He honestly answered no, that the doctors were very optomistic that she'd make a full recovery. She didn't. Some time on Friday she collapsed and they believe it was her heart. Her family and her doctor's are stunned.
I know that both families have very strong connections to their church. I hope that it will sustain them through this unimaginable time. I know its made me think about my faith, my family and how fleeting life can be.
If it weren't for my children, I don't know that I'd feel nearly so deeply for either family. I know that I will hold my children a little tighter. Worry a little more. Try to cherish each moment with them. Be a little more patient, remain more calm. And make sure that every single time I leave them its with a hug, a kiss and an "I love you."