It's been quite a week. Client meetings on Monday and Tuesday; urgent work slid in around them and all day Wednesday. School committee meeting on Tuesday night, gym class Wednesday night, girl party here on Thursday night to help a friend who is setting up in the party business, preceded by a day of tidying, cleaning and scrubbing so they could actually get into the house; and cooking to keep them fed once they were in. Plus the usual, volunteering at school and all the kids stuff - homework, sport, feeding time at the zoo etc.
Then today I was at the funeral of a three-year old. Suddenly a few other things seem a lot less urgent.
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Wow. Losing a child is so very difficult. My thoughts are with you and your friends.
That is the ultimate reality check. How awful!
Oh my God. That is - well - I'm actually without words. I'm just thinking about how I'd have felt looking down at one of mine when they were three, and it breaks my heart for the person you know who had to do that.
Oh, dear Lord. That's so sad. Everything is indeed relative. Thanks for the sad reminder. My condolences to that family.
i'd fall apart at a child's funeral, bad enough when it's the elderly :(
be strong, my friend...
Sorry to hear about the child. It makes a person realize how trivial most of our lives are.
Hope you're OK — now and for the next few weeks.
Dear God, that's terrible. My thoughts are with those affected.
A worst nightmare for anyone with children. There are no words.
I always told DH if anything happened to our children, I'm at the top of a building jumping off the next day. I'd lose my mind.
My prayers are with this family.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you all for your thoughts. This was a little boy who was a friend of the Princess. He had cancer and his prognosis was not good from the start. Yet he survived for 18 months, enough time for his parents to share some fantastic experiences with him and the rest of the family. They packed a lot of living into that time.
We knew the end was near; he had essentially been asleep for the past few weeks due to the strength of the painkillers he now needed. Princess does not fully comprehend what has happened, although she did say prayers for God and Poppy to look after him when he goes up to heaven. Soccer Boy gets it totally and is very sad, even though he barely knew him. I've had to explain over and over again that this is very rare.
I think that the coming weeks will be even worse for his family than the past 18 months. The bleakness of it. Makes me shudder.
Give your kids a little extra kiss tonight.
From personal experience, I recommend this book: How to Survive the Loss of a Child: Filling the Emptiness and Rebuilding Your Life by Catherine Sanders.
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