Changes on a Dime

I never quite understood the saying that something could change on a dime, yet here I am using that exact phrase.  Friday/Saturday my mind was in birthday party planning mode.  Yesterday we were rooting on our Bears against the Packers - to no avail.

Throughout the weekend I've been following the progress of one heart buddy who's been really struggling after his Glenn and this morning I read of two new angel babies.  My mood has indeed changed on a dime.  All weekend, I felt so excited and thrilled to be planning Olivia's first birthday and this morning I want to throw all of it to the side and hold her tight until she gets tired of me which these days is a few minutes or less. 

I don't ask why these things happen, I know that their little bodies have endured more than most of us ever will in a lifetime, but it doesn't make it easier.  I've heard from parents that have lost their babies that being told they're in a better place without suffering doesn't bring them much comfort.  I get that, you had a child and now your child is no longer here.  No amount of words, hugs, support can ever right that wrong. 

There are names like widow and widower for those that lose husbands and wives but there are no titles for a parent that loses a child.  I think that's because it's such a cruel fate that it would do no justice to try to give that a name.  I am thinking of all those families today that have lost their little ones or dealing with ongoing struggles in the hospital.  I want you to know that I think of you daily, but today it's going to be hard to focus.