Too many deaths in the past weeks.
First, sweet Jack. Then, one of our kiddo's teachers' sons was killed in a car accident. Shortly after that, a man we knew in passing was killed when he was struck by a car. Add in the wake my husband recently attended for a seasonal employee's sister and, of course, Verd still on our minds daily, it's no wonder the following conversation happened.
It dawned on me that our flight to Mexico for my brother's wedding leaves on Friday the 13th. Seriously, I think I would've chosen the day before or the day after had I realized that, but whatever.
We were talking about plans for the kids and such when we are gone, and suddenly Belle says, quietly, nervously, clearly worried..."But...Mom...a lot of people are dying. I don't want you to."
Makes me weepy. I have reservations about flying as it is, and I'm not looking forward to leaving my kids behind, so that was a tough pill to swallow.
How do I reassure her when she just spoke aloud the very same fears in my own heart? How do I let her know that it's all going to be okay, when she herself sees and feels the hurt and pain of losing people, most of them gone much too soon? How can I promise her nothing will happen, when she's seen that, indeed, many things can happen to people that aren't supposed to?
It makes me want to say, "Forget it. I'll stay home. Have fun, congrats, and best wishes...but my kiddos need me."