It touches us all. Perhaps this is most difficult to accept when it strikes those freshly hatched, those newly fledged. As parents, we do the best to attack the crows; trying to guard against the dark spots that taint life. We nurture and teach and pray. Eventually we reach the point where we must let them fly on their own. We must step back and trust in something larger than ourselves to guide these novices of life safely from the nest into the world. It doesn’t always happen that way.
Suddenly, we are not guaranteed even the next nine years.
And so, just for today I will live in that knowledge. I will hold my children tighter and listen to their nonsensical stories and let love carry me. And tomorrow I will try to do the same. And the next day, and the next. I’ll screw up many times, but I will keep on trying. I will keep on trying because every second counts. Every second counts in this great countdown called life.
My heart is freshly wounded today as I grieve with the Chapman family their loss of Maria. Maria…Cinderella. This song will never hold the same meaning for us again. Oh, how my heart cries for this family. Pray for them, Dear Ones. Let us lift our voices in unison for this grieving family. Let our hearts be one.