Wednesday, February 28, 2007
The Randomness of Life
Monday, Scotty came home with the news that a classmate’s mother had died from a massive heart attack over the weekend. The mother had seen her son, a theatre magnet student, perform in a play the night before she died.
I thought back to that day in early 2004 when I had to tell my freshman son that I had cancer. It was a horrific time for him. For us all. We got through it though, and if Fortuna allows, I’ll be here to see him graduate from high school on May 22. I have got to say, back then on that cold January day that seems eons ago, I didn’t know if I’d make it.
And I come back my son’s classmate. I can barely hold back the tears because I know what anguish that family must be experiencing. No time to say, “I love you.” No time to steady yourself. Out of the blue.
Last night as I watched the ABC News story about Bob Woodruff’s battle back from the devastating brain injury, I let the tears flow. I understand him when he says he feels guilt for what his family had to go through during this last year of recovery. Guilt that some soldiers aren’t doing as well as he is. Guilt that his care was somehow better than theirs and them no less deserving of a “miracle” to equal his.
No one wants to hurt those we love, but the randomness of life intrudes.