Over the weekend, a student at my school was involved in an accident. Wonderful paramedics were able to restart his heart, but it was later discovered that his brain was no longer alive. Today, his brave parents made the decision to take him off of life support.
This afternoon, our principal and counselor gathered the school staff to share the news. Teachers cried together and mourned a precious life cut short.
As the reality of the news set in, I began to cry uncontrollably.
I grieve with the parents whose arms are empty and hearts are broken. I grieve with the brothers and sisters; they must feel like a part of them is missing. I grieve with the friends and teachers who look at an empty chair and remember the tiny boy who should be there.
As I sat there sniffling, holding my breath to avoid drawing attention, I thought, "this must be what a trigger is."
In thinking about this little boy, I could only see my little girl. I closed my eyes to hide tears, and Wren's sweet smile danced in my memory.
All my heartbreak and sadness and emptiness came flooding back.
No parent should lose their child. Hearts are not made to be broken like that.
Trying to find the words to explain is futile. Words don't exist for that pain.
Tonight my thoughts and prayers are with the family of a child who now dances with Jesus, with Wren.
Love deep and love hard. This world is full of broken hearts and broken people.