Last week really sucked, from start to finish…which while rather bad for free writing time was awesome for building a list of future post topics. From returned paychecks to flat tires, being stood up on interviews, I had developed a list of good blog fodder that could have kept me in posts for weeks.
With a single, simple email from my mother in law, they all became impossibly trivial.
Last Friday, my brother and sister in law lost one of their children. She was a beautiful young woman, just stepping out into her adult life. So full of promise, so full of hope, so full of good things to come.
What happened isn’t completely clear. It never will be clear. It may or may not have been an accident; it may or may not have been suicide.
We’ll never know.
I can’t seem to do much of anything without thinking about my brother and sister in law right now. What they’ve lost is…unspeakable. Unthinkable.
And yet…there it is. Undeniable.
Often we think that whatever we’re going through is the worst possible thing. Our woes seem vast and our worries important ones and our trials a terrible unwieldy burden…
Right now, the worst of my assorted pain-points seems so trivial I’m embarrassed to even admit it exists.
I’m not even sure I know what pain is, right now. I can’t even imagine the kind of pain searing through my brother and sister…
I’m hugging my Denizens a little tighter right now…and aching all over thinking of parents who can’t do the same tonight…dear God, it’s just…there’s no…how do you…is there any way to…?
All that remains are mute tears only God understands.
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