The call you don’t ever want to take
On Sunday, I went to my friend’s dedication of a swing set she had erected in Audubon Park for her daughter who passed six months ago. Today, another friend is in ICU near losing her child. Each of these horrible situations makes my insides feel mangled and an existential emptiness rises up inside me.
A good friend in high school died in a car accident on her way home from a party. She was with her fiance. Her father, an atheist, blamed himself for the rest of his life and converted to Catholicism.
For me, in a life searching for meaning, trying to find lessons from challenges, I have learned this – WHAT THE FUCK? – losing a child is the worst possible scenario.