I was all excited to have material to actually write about. My latest home project, and how I can’t be stopped. I’ll get to that soon, but today, I was perusing around facebook; something I haven’t done much of this summer, to find out that a fellow infertile blogger – Meredith, lost her husband a couple of weeks ago. They were in a car accident while on their family vacation. Such a horrible tragedy. I never met Meredith, but I felt a closeness with her, as our sons, both IVF babies, were birthday twins. I’ve always loved reading about him growing up, and we’d sometimes email each other.
And I can’t wrap my head around it. I can’t even fathom what she’s going through. What her kids are going through. I sit here thinking about how shitty my day was. How impatient I was with my kids. How it was one of those days where I wanted to lock myself in the closet and not come out until after they were in bed, because they were just pushing my buttons. And then I read this, and I feel horrible. I know that we all have bad days, and at the end of the day like this, I try to redeem myself by spending a little more time snuggling with them at bedtime. Telling them how much I love them. Going over our day. And that’s all you can do, because you just never know.
And I don’t want to overshadow her grief with my own guilt. That’s not my intent. I guess I can’t wrap this up in a good way, because there is no good way. My heart just aches for all of them. Please just go there and show support.