We all have days which don’t exactly go to plan. Sometimes they begin to go wrong very shortly after our alarms go off, or for those of you with young children, long before our alarms go off. During the day we look at the clock, as the hours pass painfully slowly, and we wonder how we will get through.
We all have different definitions of a bad day. For some it is a sick, crying baby or young child, for others rainy day traffic and a difficult boss, perhaps deadlines are looming and all is not going according to plan, or maybe you are drowning in financial debt or feeling alone due to relationship difficulties.
Yesterday I was walking with my friend, Daniels mum. Along the way I asked her about her weekend, during which she had traveled to Dublin to a memorial service for those children from Crumlin children’s hospital, who had lost their brave battles with illness in the past seventeen months. During the service they called out the names of each child.
Do you know how many children’s names were called out? Can you guess?
242 names, and that was only for children who attended Crumlin hospital.
Even though I have seen two families lose children in the past eighteen months (young Ben and Daniel) it shocked me to think of so many young lives lost over such a short period of time. Each child a much loved member of a family, with years of life ahead of them. Each had a story. Each left a family, who in some way every day, will grieve for them as long as they live.
Tonight I am thinking of my friend, and Daniels dad, siblings, godparents, aunts, uncles and friends, of Ben’s family and young Aoibheanns and the hole in their lives. As I do so I think back to my original question, “What sort of a day had you today?”
Maybe, on second thoughts, it wasn’t so bad after all?
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