Sunday, 22 June 2008
A Mother Lost..
I was going to blog today about how terrible it is that Alexander (my poor baby) has the flu. Now. This week of all weeks, when the next 5 days I will not have time to sit down.
I was going to blog about how my neck is killing me, and I can't feel my fingers and I can't hold anything properly.
I was going to blog about how my oven died today, and how desperately I need it this week.
I was going to blog about my writer's block and how frustrating it is to me right now.
I was going to post a whole lot of crap, it would seem. None of it matters a damn, does it, when something jolts your head back into perspective.
James and Holly McGrath have just lost their Mummy. She will not tuck them in tonight. She will not be there tomorrow morning when they wake up, to make them breakfast. Daddy will be there, but he might not make it like Mummy. Noone will ever make it like Mummy.
She's not going to be there to plait Holly's hair for school. She won't be there to tell James he reminds her of his Daddy when he grins like that. Because she's gone.
Glenn McGrath has just lost the love of his life, and must somehow, though heaven knows how, find a way to get up tomorrow and take care of the children he imagined he'd be raising with his wife.
And Australia has lost someone passionate about her cause, fighting and educating young women about the dangers of breast cancer.
None of it matters a damn, when something jolts your petty whines right back to where they belong...far below two children who's Mummy will never again be there when they wake up.
Yes, my beautiful man is terribly sick today. But I was so unspeakably grateful that he has been able to choose which parent he feels like snuggling on the sofa with and which movie he'll watch at the time. So grateful that I've just made him a fresh batch of custard, while he lies on the sofa with Daddy watching BB King.
So unspeakably grateful that my family is together tonight.
Check your breasts tonight, ladies. Protect your families by taking care of yourslef. If she has to be gone, at least let us have learned something from her.
And spare a thought for the one who's heart has broken tonight.