Today, somewhere out there, people are enjoying the sunshine and warmth. Friends are having iced coffees and planning a weekend at the cottage.
Somewhere out there, a young woman plans a memorial service for her baby son, who lived only a few short days in the NICU. This is her third loss, and it happened the day before her birthday. She is in her own private hell.
Somewhere today, someone has just gotten the elusive positive beta.
Someone is being induced, and will meet her beautiful daughter today or tomorrow.
Somewhere, there is a funeral happening for a woman who died young, leaving two teenage daughters and a shell-shocked husband.
Somewhere, someone's biggest annoyance is that their supermarket is all out of the right brand of cereal.
Somewhere, someone is still marked by the trauma of losing her mother three years ago.
Somewhere, someone is carefree and happy, on summer vacation, thinking that life doesn't get any better than this.
Actually, life doesn't get any better than this.
All of these events co-exist. All of these experiences are for real, all in the same moment. In the same second.
I've been hyper-aware of this complexity since our ultrasound on Friday. All I can think is, this is life. For good or for ill, life doesn't get any better than this.
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6 comments:
You said this all so beautifully, Sara.
It was beautiful. And I'm thinking good thoughts for the sonogram this week.
Thank you, I needed to read this right now. :)
I think about this all the time... but I could not have said it so well like you did. Thanks
Wow that gave me chills. So beautifully written.
You brought tears to my eyes Sara... It was written so beautifully... So true....
Lots of Love to you!! Miss you!!
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