I hear
about all types of crazy stories in my line of work; some of them are funny,
some are depressing and some are outright unjustified. But yesterday our office
was given a new file that hit too close to home and made my heart hurt. This
new case involved a big rig striking a car a few days after Christmas that a
family of three was driving in. The parents in the front seat were okay but
their 18 month old son in the backseat was crushed underneath the big rig and
died at the scene. Pause.
Though I realize unfair things
happen all over the world all the time, it doesn’t take away the pain and
sadness of losing a child in such a senseless and tragic accident. I immediately wanted to go home and kiss Dylan
a million times over, hug him, put him in a bubble and protect him from the world.
The fact we wake up every day and make it home at night unscathed is quite frankly
a miracle.
Let us never stop celebrating
life and the amazing experiences and love we encounter within it. We should all
take the time to accept the imperfections of others because we know not what
has molded them into what they are. Everyone has a past and some weighs heavier
than others. I went home yesterday and hugged Dylan a little tighter and looked
at him a little longer because I can’t and don’t ever want to imagine my life
without him.