I just don't get it.

03/06/2009

I'm having one of those roller coaster days.

We found out this morning one of our wish children is cancer free! WOOHOO!!! When we found out things like this we celebrate just short of organizing a parade. We send flowers and a card and tell everyone to watch out this child is now cancer free. It's so exciting.

Things are going fansmashingtastic for our upcoming campaign. It's exploded. We're so jazzed about it.

A good friend of John's welcomed a third child into his family this week. A little boy. Tripp Harris. I love that name. Isn't that a fantasic combination of names? It works really well with his last name too.

Then I was brought down to earth.

One of my favourite people is facing the death of her little one. She and her husband have been told not much can be done. I'm broken for her. I've seen the grief a bereaved parent experiences first hand and I would NEVER wish that on anyone. Ever. It's the most unimaginable pain. And now someone dear to me will need to experience that pain.

I have known since her birth things weren't going well. However, last I heard before we left for Vegas they were talking about taking her home.

What the hell!?

The little one, Ali, is 5 weeks old. This isn't fair. How is this even right. I just don't get it. The world is a stupid stupid stupid place sometimes. You would think my training for The Compassionate Friends would kick in. And it has to a degree but at the same time I'm emotionally invested in the situation so it's a little harder for me to let "TCF Tatiana" take over.

John and I have been lighting a candle for little Ali every night since we got home. It's all we can really do from where we are.

And I call my mom crying about it. Because well that's what I do. Moms make everything better right?

But yeah can you light a candle for Ali and Chelsea (Ali's mommy)? Or say a prayer. Or think a thought. Or something.