For the love of my children...

We had some very disturbing news in Seabeeville this week. I wanted to just do a separate post regarding what happened. A little one has died. He was just 5 years old and his father is deployed currently. His mother was in the hospital with pneumonia and while she was there, and he was in the care of others, he swallowed a pushpin and died of complications.
Upon hearing that news and sharing it with my older girls, I cried. I wanted to share it with them because of the importance of keeping an eye on their siblings and each other. Life is too short and I don't want to make it any shorter. They take it for granted that the little ones can entertain themselves sometimes. I wanted to give them a reminder that they must always help me to pay attention because Mommy can't be in 7 places at once.
The separation is hard, but for a tragedy like that to happen amidst being apart from your loved ones is just too terrible to even imagine. I can't imagine the father's anguish nor can I imagine the mother's pain, especially as her husband wasn't there to immediately comfort her.
I do wish that family all the peace and love that they can receive. Not only in spirit but in flesh. And I can only hope that I can keep myself and my family healthy and happy until we are whole again.