Counting my Blessings

Today I was going to blog about our recent family holiday, but I just checked my emails and got some pretty devastating news from a fellow Mummy friend. Her father passed away suddenly this morning.

I cannot imagine what she is going through. It's her son's 2nd birthday this week and should be a time for fun and celebration, but instead she's been hit with this. I am so very sad for her and for what she is going to have to go through.

I haven't seen much tragedy in my own life (touch wood). I've lost Grandparents when they were old, and pets, some way before their time, but generally I have been incredibly lucky, so far. I am terribly afraid that one day something truly awful will happen to me, because no one can be as lucky as I seemingly am. One of my Mum's friends once described me as having a 'charmed' life. Everything has always happened in my life exactly as I've planned it and there is nothing in my life that I would (realistically) change. 

I often compare my life to others less fortunate, not in a smug way, but in disbelief. And this is one of those instances. I cannot imagine losing my Dad. I know it will happen one day, but I dearly hope that that day is way off in the distant future, after he's seen his grandchildren grow up, and hopefully met his great grandchildren too! My Boo adores him, and so do I. And I know that my friend's little one adored his Grandfather too. How do you explain to him that he's never going to see him again? When he asks for him, what do you say? When he stops asking for him, what are you going to do?

I wish I could do something to make it better. But I can't. Nobody can. This is an awful, major event in their lives that will stay with them, and alter their lives forever.

I am going to call my Dad now and tell him how much we love him, he's not big on soppy stuff but I'm doing it anyway! 

Life's too short.

MummyBear