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July 13, 2007 Frances Friday: Perspective Edition 
"So where's J today? Is E still sick?" I ask my colleague, D. "No. No, I thought J was home with E, but it turns out J's been off this week because her friend's daughter died." "What? That's horrible." "And it was so senseless, too. She choked on a grape. One minute you have a happy, healthy kid and then five minutes later...." "Oh my god. How old was she?" "Three. And what's even worse is that she is seven months pregnant." Three. My happy, healthy three-year-old is, at this moment, playing with all of her friends at the daycare. Maybe they are tickling her feet, and she is laughing. This weekend I will have to put her on my lap and tell her that her world is splitting in two, and it will be the hardest thing I've ever done. But it is so far, so far from the worst thing that could happen, it's not even on the same planet. Posted by Andrea at July 13, 2007 9:46 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments God, this is awful! I'm so sorry. I know it was someone that you only peripherally knew, but it's so senseless. My heart goes out to her grieving family. Posted by: KLee at July 13, 2007 10:07 AM
That is so sad and scary. Posted by: Angela at July 13, 2007 10:17 AM
Terrible. Unimaginable. Posted by: yankee,transferred at July 13, 2007 2:48 PM
My. worst. fear. ever.
Last weekend we were at the Bronx Zoo ( = huge). This dad started screaming two boys names, and at first it was that tuned out sort of "yep, another kid misbehaving" thing, then I can't explain how his voice turned. Suddenly, it was sheer panic, and the names were followed by "they are 7 years old...one is wearing an orange shirt, the others is blue..." and more screaming of the names. I have tears as I'm typing this because the panic in his voice is one I have never heard before, and one I never hope to express...everyone stopped dead in their tracks, helpless. It was awful And yet, as awful as that was....this? wow... I just can't imagine and I need to give my boys some extra loving tonight. Posted by: Carolyn at July 13, 2007 3:04 PM
Yep. That was a hearty helping of perspective alright. Posted by: Miche at July 14, 2007 2:09 PM
My nightmare. I lost a cousin when I was about 9 and he was 3. He drowned. The sheer horror never quite goes away. Posted by: ewe_are_here at July 14, 2007 3:18 PM
Just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you this weekend. You'll get through it. It'll be hard, but you will. All my best to you, Andrea. Posted by: amy at July 15, 2007 7:34 PM
Oh, wow. How awful. It certainly does put things in perspective. Posted by: jo(e) at July 16, 2007 6:59 AM
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