We all rushed out the door this morning at 8:15AM. Matt drops me off at the train station and then takes Lily to school and then comes back for the babysitter to come over for the day. A typical Thursday morning around here.
This morning, there was very heavy traffic on our street… bumper to bumper. This is out of the norm because we live in a residential area and there aren’t many cars driving through. Our neighbor who was also running out the door said – I think there was an accident and the traffic is being redirected.
I mumbled something about how inconvenient this was and how dare someone gets into an accident near my home and mildly disrupt my routine.
The day went on like any other until Matt called me at work to tell me…
The accident this morning. A driver hit a 7th grader on his way to school. crossing the street. he ran a red light or made an illegal turn.
This stopped me in my tracks.
He continued …
The 7th grader has a sibling in the 2nd grade who attends Lily’s school.
How can this be? This was a cold sunny morning after 3 days of snowy ice-cold nor’easter rain. It was a beautiful day of possibilities. A celebration of winter. We are in the middle of the christmas season. How could this happen today!
…and I complained about the mild interruption.
As the day went on. This news has come to me in many ways. The news, the PTA meeting…
I cannot imagine losing a child in the most innocent of ways. Crossing the street that he does… every single day to go to school…every single day. Or what if this was a rare circumstance of him walking to school alone?
This is the same intersection that I cross with my kids every day during the summer months as we make our way to the town pool or head to our town park to ride our bikes or go for a jog with Thomas. Our babysitter crosses this intersection with Thomas as she takes him to the park to see the ducks and run around.
How could this happen. How could this happen so close to us.
My heart is broken. The family had to tell the sibling about this. What awful news to deliver. How does one even do that.
I came home from work today and Lily rode up on her skateboard to give me a huge hug and start with the stories of the day. Thomas was at the door jumping around at the mere sight of me, demanding every ounce of my attention. The Christmas tree was lit, the sun was setting and I walked into my warm cozy home. This winter day. With my entire family around me.
Count your blessings.
This life you guys… it’s here but for a moment.
Live your fullest in these moments.
– Please say a quick prayer of peace for this family who is dealing with an unbelievably heavy loss.-