Yesterday, one of the school children was killed in a motorcycle accident. And all I can think about is the pain that the mother must be suffering. I can’t begin to understand that pain, which makes me hurt more for her.
The little girl was an angel, such a beautiful child. I last saw her on Friday when I was walking my son to school. Her older brother was frantically pushing his scooter along the footpath, his sister pedalling like a mad woman on a bike too small for her to try and catch up. She always said hello and had a smile for everyone. Now that smile is gone. She is in heaven with the other angels, but that is no consolation for her mother, father or brothers.
It made me think about how precious my son is, and what I would feel if anything should happen to him, and it was beyond comprehension. I think I would rather die than have to live with that pain. I am trying not to dwell on it, because I know that it could very easily drag me back into depression. I have to be thankful that it wasn’t my son, but then I feel guilty for thinking that when a mother has lost a child.
So, to the little angel, enjoy heaven. To her earthbound family, my sincerest condolences and my thoughts and prayers are with you at this extremely painful time.