More Perspective

standard April 24, 2009 2 responses

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.

Crying for a baby I didn’t even know

standard April 8, 2009 5 responses

You never know who you’re going to meet or what you’re going to learn when you turn on your computer. You flit in and out of people’s cyber space, connecting, touching each other’s lives briefly, or just barely missing each other.

Last night the baby of a fellow SV Moms Group blogger died unexpectedly. There are a million ways I could have come into contact with this family, but I hadn’t. Yet.

I wish I had.

I wish I’d been able to meet Maddie face to face or even get to know her through her mother’s blog. (Site temporarily down as the server tries to keep up with the onslaught of mourners and visitors.)

I wish I’d been able to chat with Heather and Mike and compare notes about our toddler’s antics.

And now I wish I could give them a hug and hold their hand and listen to them share stories of Maddie so she can live on in my heart as well as theirs.

Instead I’m scouring the net for posts about Maddie, weeping, and donating money to their paypal account to help defray the cost of upcoming expenses and to the March of Dimes in honor of Maddie, so that maybe another child’s life can be spared. (Click here to learn what you can do to help.)

I didn’t know Maddie before last night. Now I’ll never forget her.

RIP baby girl.