It's times like these when I truly wonder if there is a god why are they so cruel? This week has been filled with some of the most horrible news from two of my closest friends.
I was told previously that their not-yet-born niece was in a lot of trouble. Her eyes and lungs weren't developing properly, she had a cleft lip and cleft pallete and she had fluid on her brain.
Fast-forward to Monday of this week. There's too much fluid on her brain for a natural birth. There's no chance of survival. Shauna (her mother) is in a lot of pain and is in hospital since Saturday 12th.
Tuesday 15th: Shauna goes into labour, a month earlier than her due date. My friends and their mom arrive at the hospital at 4.30a.m.
Today Wednesday 16th: Kayla May was born at 11.30 a.m. dying momentarily aferward.
If there is a god why is he so cruel to some of the kindest people? Their child didn't even have a chance at life. Nobody deserves to go through that. Nobody. No matter how much you don't like them. I can't imagine the pain that their family is going through right now.
R.I.P
Kayla May Lynch
16-02-2011
xox
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Perspective.
So, I was on Facebook one night and I saw this status from this person that I know and I got terribly annoyed about it and her whole existence. I proceded to write (emphasis on write- this was by hand I did not type this up so this adds to how angry I was about the topic) 2 A4 pages on how stupid people bother me and they should all just be obliterated.
Then, while I was telling this story to my sister on my way to school the next day she pointed something out to me; why get so angry when she didn't know or care for my anger?
This kind of annoyed me at the time too because I don't being proven wrong. Specially when it's first thing in the morning, specially when I'm in the middle of a story.
But the more I thought about it the more sense it made. What was the point in getting angry over something so stupid?
I learnt from that even though my sister doesn't know.
Mary, I thank you even though you won't ever know how much you teach me.
Then, while I was telling this story to my sister on my way to school the next day she pointed something out to me; why get so angry when she didn't know or care for my anger?
This kind of annoyed me at the time too because I don't being proven wrong. Specially when it's first thing in the morning, specially when I'm in the middle of a story.
But the more I thought about it the more sense it made. What was the point in getting angry over something so stupid?
I learnt from that even though my sister doesn't know.
Mary, I thank you even though you won't ever know how much you teach me.
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