I came home from a lovely evening out with my husband watching the live broadcast of Ira Glass’ show This American Life ready to vent about my stressful and irritating day.
Before opening my blogger dashboard I checked my email and found a lovely note from Shana. Yes, Shana, from Gorillabuns, mother of the adorable Thalon who passed away unexpectedly two weeks ago. Her precious baby is dead and she’s taking the time to email everyone who left a comment on her blog. Mindboggling.
Then, because the two will forever be linked in my mind, I went to check on the Spohrs, whose sweet daughter Maddie passed away also unexpectedly shortly before Thalon. Today Maddie’s oxygen tank, an essential piece of life maintaining medical equipment, was picked up from their home. It’s absence is now a painful visual reminder that their daughter is really gone.
I left a couple tearful comments and swallowed in an attempt to dislodge the lump in my throat before turning to my blog post. And that’s when I drew a blank. I can’t help it, venting about irritating insurance practices or waxing poetic about my writing style of choice just seems petty in the face of all that sadness and loss.
I’m sure I’ll be back with something trite or funny tomorrow. Or maybe an anecdote about some mundane part of our lives. But tonight I’m going to go to bed and think about those two little children and their parents and how I know they wish they could just be going to bed frustrated about silly arguments or irritating insurance claims.