I have written about loss before. It seems to follow people around sometimes. I’ve noticed in blogland other people who write about it as well, so at least I know it’s not just me.
Last year, my 5 year old was in pre school. One of her teachers was blessed with a beautiful new baby granddaughter last November. While in utero, an ultrasound diagnosed that the baby had hydrocephaly, which is fluid on the brain. She was delivered and a shunt was placed. A test showed the reason for the hydrocephaly. There was a mass in her brain. A biopsy showed it to be a rare form of brain cancer. This beautiful little angel survived 10 months of this disease that she was born with. Intense chemotherapy treatments that were somewhat of an experiment because it isn’t often that a newborn needs such a thing. She had multiple surgeries and chemo treatments before and after the surgeries. This little angel lost her battle on Thursday. I didn’t know the family really well, but I’d followed frequently and kept tabs on how the little one was doing, and the teacher at Jennie’s preschool was one of my favorites, and I cared a lot for her. I met this family one day at the park, not knowing right away who they were. Jennie waws playing with their older son, and we got to talking, and then I realized who they were, and we talked a bit about her life and how beautiful she was. I’m greatful for that opportunity where I was blessed to meet that sweet little angel. My heart, however, aches so much for that family. I can’t begin to imagine what they are going through. It’s one thing to lose someone who has lived a little, as hard as that is also. It’s another thing all together to know that there is a great chance your brand new baby could die any day from some horrifying disease. I love God. I just don’t understand his reasoning for things sometimes. Maybe it’s not for me to know, or maybe I’m too stubborn to see the meaning behind it.