We Live In The Space Between Their Heartbeats

My friend M. called me last night to tell me that our mutual friend, C., had suffered a terrible loss. Her daughter, just three years old, had died suddenly from an illness.

I haven't seen C. for years and had never met her daughter but the news was devastating to me. That a young life could be taken so quickly, so achingly soon was hard to comprehend. I cannot even begin to understand the depth of their loss and, as a parent, to think of myself experiencing the same tragedy is almost too painful to imagine.

M. knows this grief all too well as her own son was senselessly murdered three years ago. She spoke of the endless journey that C. is about to embark on, that of trying to find meaning in your life once it has been mercilessly ripped apart, of attempting to fill the grieving void in your heart that is so infinitely deep.

I haven't been able to take my eyes off my girls all day. I am feeling the tenuousness of our lives so acutely today, but I try not to hug them too tightly as they curl into my lap.

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