Today a mother is preparing for her daughters funeral. Christi lost her 7 year battle with cancer. She was 9 years old.
I am tired today. I have two sick boys. Grumpy, crabby boys. And I try to hold them, scoop them up and comfort them, I feel empty totally empty. Nothing left to give them today. I remember Christi's mom who would give anything to hear Christi's voice again even if she was complaining and I feel just awful.
I stop myself and think "what if today was their last day would this action right now be forever burned in my memory" I do I swear to God I do think that often. And I try to stop, to pause.
Christi's mom hasnt had a good nights sleep in years I dare say. Sleeping in hospital recliner. I don't dare to think she will sleep well for some time either. Per exhaustion has taken over her but not a restful, peaceful sleep. Her daughter is not in any pain any more, her daughter is not suffering. That is the only comfort I am sure the family has right now. It was a short life, too short, it was a painful at that and that is just NOT fair. But no one said life was fair.
I just want peace and rest for everyone. That is my wish today.
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