- My friend MH, whom I work for, lost his brother to cancer two months ago and his father passed away yesterday.
- A family we knew in Utah found out recently that their son has leukemia. He responded well to the initial chemo, but just as he was into recovery, it came back and now he is on chemo again.
- A woman from my husband's church, who has four kids, her youngest two years old and her oldest 14, has battled against a rare cancer five years ago and beat it....only to have it come back a few months ago.
- A family we were following on the freeway three years ago crashed in front of us. We got out to help and found six children inside the van. The parents were severely injured. We pulled children from the van, one by one, but the last one my husband rescued from the back seat died during the crash. She was 14.
- My dearest friends, T & SP lost their daughter when she was 18 months old. She drowned in a hot tub. They had just moved into that house, after their previous home was destroyed in a fire.
- Two years ago, Ward Weaver kidnapped and killed Ashley Pond and Miranda Gaddis, both 14. He knew both girls and offered to drive them to school, only to kill them. I didn't know either girl, but we lived close enough at the time that I could have. Even more frightening, my daughter could have known him.
The reason I'm thinking of this today is because of MH. He didn't like his father very much, mainly because his father was very stern throughout his entire life, but losing him is still hard for MH, especially on the heels of losing his brother.
So I'm counting my blessings today.
I have relatively healthy children. We have a home, cars, jobs and friends. Both of my parents are living. I feel like my life is difficult and I struggle with religion, God, my husband's devotions to both and I wish my life had been different at times, but really, there are no guarantees if I went back and changed the past, that things would be any better. They could very well be worse.
So I suppose, no matter how much I struggle, I wouldn't want to take on anyone else's trials. I wouldn't want to lose my mom or dad (though I know that will happen eventually), and I can't imagine losing one of my kids. I will continue to struggle through my own life and continue to be there for my friends with comfort and support as they struggle through theirs, but we each have our own shit to deal with and thinking about it right now, I'll keep the shit I have.
PS - My husband came home early from working out of town, so I didn't get that second blissful night's sleep after all. Now that's shitty. :)