Shaken

A woman on Twitter posted that she called her daughter for breakfast and didn’t get a response.

Went upstairs and discovered that her 11-year-old daughter had died.

They are telling the poor family that it was a heart attack and a natural death.

Insane.

I got trapped in the comments and the heartbreak.

As a parent you can’t help do the ‘For the grace of God’ - could’ve happened to any of us and it’s the most scary part of it all.

Eleven years old!

We’ve lost pets and that’s so horrible…

…a child?

And there are way too many sudden deaths related to drugs in this country - kids who don’t get a chance to live their lives.

And that child will be forever eleven and perhaps they will get a real answer as to how it could happen out of the blue in such a manner, but no matter what they find out.

There’s no satisfaction in any of the answers.

I must admit that it’s a hard way to spend a Sunday - thinking about such heady things, but my son Sam went to the game yesterday and I must’ve asked…

…five times about his plans.

“How’s he getting home?”

“Have you talked to him?”

“Did he tailgate a little too much?”

“Was he dressed warm?”

Kathy just looked at me.

“What’s with you?” She finally asked.

Then I heard the door open and close - middle of the 3rd quarter.

Sam was standing there.

“Got cold,” he announced. “Gonna’ watch the rest on television.”

“That’s good,” I said.

A little while later he was in his bed, snoring, with the dog beside him.

Safe and warm.

The way a child is supposed to be.

No matter how old they are.