The recesses of my mind are still traumatized by our infertility and birth issues.
I hope I don't offend.
I have a sort of survivor's guilt half the time anyways, because I survived those issues and have two healthy children.
You watch the news and hope it never happens to you. It's very selfish.
"There but for the grace of God..."
Some couples or singles go through many years and many dollars without achieving the family of their dreams.
And so of course my thoughts went to - what if - in those sweet Sandy Hook faces - was also the last frozen embryo of an infertile couple? The last hope of family gone -
The fifth round of IVF and last home equity loan -
The miracle baby between two miscarriages -
The third attempt at private adoption -
The sixth year of trying before the doctors suggested stopping -
Not that every single one of those sweet faces isn't equally precious -
Not that any child could substitute for those sweet faces, if say, the family were to have another child-
But just - what if - on top of this horrible tragedy that has befallen your family - that much more intention and effort had surrounded the creation of that child.
Not that every child doesn't have a mountain of intention and effort surrounding its creation -
Not that every child isn't irreplaceable -
But just - what if - that was it.
This thought haunts me - on top of the rest of it.
Weird, I know. Sorry.
There are many funds being set up, but this one seemed most localized, but at the same time, wide-ranging:
Also, post-published, I discovered this story from my Moms of Multiples group. A twin sister has lost her brother, Noah Pozner. Another haunting dynamic. We will hopefully be helping this family plant a tree in Central Park in his memory through the club: