Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Nothing much matters today.

Jesse, my 7 year old, just asked me why I looked so sad.

I told him I was thinking about a mum who had lost her babies.

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.  Jesse put his arms around me and rubbed my back and told me to lie down and keep crying until I felt a bit better.

So I did.  I cried and cried.  I cried for those parents who lost their three precious children.  It is unbearable.  It is unthinkable.  It is impossible.  How broken they must be. My teeth hurt from the ache I feel for them.  How broken they must be.

Nothing much matters today.  A family is suffering.