A Sad Tuesday
The world is a funny place sometimes.
I logged onto my Instagram this morning and my feed was flooded with messages of support and love, all hashtagged #redballoonsforryan.
A familiar face accompanied each one. A sweet little red-haired boy (right around Kai’s age) who I had grown used to seeing on there from following his mama’s feed and admiring their sweet little LA life from afar.
I don’t know her and I never knew him. But when I saw this face and read the tragic story of how he was hit by a truck on Friday evening, playing in front of a friend’s house, trying to catch a flying frisbee that led him straight into the street and into harm’s way…my heart sunk.
He was just in the wrong place at the wrong moment. It happened so fast. Life will never be the same.
This family, so full of light and love, will never be the same.
If you scroll back through her feed, they were at Disneyland just the other day. Took a road trip up to Santa Cruz last week. Ate a lot of churros and donuts, loving each and every one.
She never knew what lay ahead. She couldn’t even imagine it. She would have never even dared to think about it.
This morning, my son woke up in his usual manner: “I want breakfast!” he roared, hungry and demanding. My heart simply swelled.
My daughter took her sweet time stretching in bed, peering at me through half-closed eyes as I took her in, practically counting every freckle on her face, feeling her warm, sleepy breath.
You never know what may lay ahead. You can’t even imagine it. Won’t even dare to think about it.
So enjoy today.