I can’t seem to finish a post. I have several working, all the time, but real life seems to take over and then I am wordless.
Tonight I watched a mother give birth to a beautiful, silent baby who did not move, and whose heart did not beat. I watched a young father weep as he rocked back and forth as his lifeless child was born. It was sad, and heavy and my heart hurts.
When I say to my children, that someone, somewhere, is always worse off than they are, they roll their eyes and call me Pollyanna. But it is truth.
Love your people just a little bit harder today.
I need to sleep now, and to forget for just a little while.
Thank you for this reminder. Sometimes we do get way to caught up in our own lives that we forget that we’re pretty well off, and it can always be worse.