Sunday, December 16, 2012

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Matthew's birthday. Such a treasure this child is. Two years today and he's already lived a lifetime of pain and trauma. Yet he is the happiest baby, blissfully unaware of what's in store for him in 5 short months.

Open heart surgery is not the sort of thing babies should have to anticipate, much less endure. Children should not have to face the idea of death before they've had the chance to fully embrace life.

But we know it happens every day. Sometimes unexpected illness takes a life. Sometimes the inexplicable act of a single human who has lost its grip on reality senselessly takes 20 little ones from their families just before Christmas.

It always seems like it will, but our pain does not stop the Earth's rotation. The sun does not go dark and the moon does not lose its luster. How can that be? These events do not define us, do not steal our ability to be happy, joyful people and to go on loving, even when it seems that it should.