I will write tonight, but my heart is not in it. Once again, my twenty-two-year-old son is facing the loss of one of his classmates, one of his friends. One of the few young women in his class who is unfailingly kind. A beautiful girl with a heart of gold. She always has a good word and a smile for everyone. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say anything negative about anyone, even when they earned it. A rare gem. And a stunningly beautiful girl, to boot. Her smile is light from within.
They aren’t particularly close, my son and this lovely girl, but they have mutual good friends. She always made it a point to tell me how much she liked my son, because she said that he was always nice to everyone. In a class full of mean girls and arrogant jock boys, she appreciated Dan’s kindness. She didn’t have to tell me this, but that’s just the kind of girl she is.
She was late for work this morning, and decided to take a shortcut. She lost control of her vehicle at some point…we don’t know many details. We don’t have to know – all that matters is that her life is hanging by the slimmest of threads right now, and I just can’t understand why. Why her? With so many evil people loose in the world, people intent on chaos and destruction – why her?
I want to scream, I want to tear down walls. I want to hold her mom & dad until time turns backward and she leaves the house with plenty of time to spare. But this is not about me.
So now we wait. Flinging prayers to heaven for her and her family – we wait.
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I’ll keep her in my prayers.
That’s the eternal question … ‘why does it always seem to happen to the good ones?!’
Thank you for your prayers. She’s still hanging on, and I consider that a good sign.
And thanks for stopping by!
That’s definitely a good sign! Hope she’ll make it.
I think it’s amazing about Giffords too … I wasn’t very hopeful there in the beginning..
Good point!
Just on a whim, maybe with your new picture on Twitter, I decided to come here. Interesting twist that I did. Friday my sons (15 & 17) and I went to services for the son (24) of a colleague of mine, a teacher of theirs. She had the portable next to mine for the last 6 years, teaching the 4-6 GT class. He was diagnosed with leukemia May 27 and died June 23. She and her husband had just retired this year, early retirement. Not supposed to happen that way, with us burying our children.
Two weeks earlier I went to a former student’s funeral. He died of brain tumors that slowly developed from age 5; he was 16. He wanted to play the cello, even though his right arm was nearly useless by 5th grade. I taught him to bow the strings “backwards,” with the bow in the left hand, and when it came time to add the fingers, I taught him to pluck the strings with his right while he fingered the notes with his left. He (re)taught me that I’m here to help all kids enjoy music, not to make every kid into a professional musician.
But you are right; it’s always the WHY that I find myself wondering…