I've been reading a lot lately about children passing away.
It rips out my heart.
We recently had a local case of a baby who's mom was "resting" while he wandered into the pool and drowned. Tragic.
Then there is the child whose parents are friends of a friend of mine who at not even four months old died from cancer.
And of course, the children who were onboard a tragic flight bound for the Grand Canyon but which ended up plowed into the side of Round Valley High School.
All these stories are heartbreaking, all in their own way.
I read them and I immediately feel guilt for my short temper and my aggravation. My babies are still with me, and I need to appreciate them every single day, because you never know.