I asked the construction guys here on my blog if I could pull aside the dust sheet and make a quick post.
Yesterday was a sad day. I wept. Just wept. I can't imagine, I mean I CANNOT. My mind wouldn't allow me to enter that arena for the fear it might not be able to find its way back. To think that some parents will now live in that place is almost more than another mother can bear.
The only thing I could think to do was pray. Pray for the little souls that they are comforted now in the arms of God and that their fear has been erased. Pray that the parents can somehow find their way through this agony and come out the other side, the same people on the outside but with different, jaggedly dissected and haphazardly reassembled hearts inside. Pray for the people who might be delusionally thinking this would be a good way to get the attention THEY want, that divine intervention or fate or reality or sudden mental clarity will convince them that creating pain does not erase their own. It's all I can do.
Right now many of us are tearing around trying to find the perfect gift, make cookies, wrap everything, pack to go to Grandma's house..............and then there are those families for whom this time will be everything they can do to just make it through. I don't believe any of us should forsake our own joy at this time but I just ask that when you have a moment, please send a prayer, a thought, a wish - whatever you espouse - to the heavens for the families for whom this may never again be a time of happy ancticipation.