Maureen 55/365

"It's all so tenuous, so delicate, so random - which kids somehow
escape from the bad strangers (and all of the other uncontrollable danger in
the world) & which ones don't. I know I should feel lucky, grateful, a
sense of relief that my girl got away when she did. Instead, I feel an
almost unbearable ache for days whenever I read a news story about a child
and a family that wasn't so lucky. I imagine it all - how it could have
been - how it probably was for the child, for the mother, for everyone
involved. And, I people that horrible imagining with the ones who I love.
Then I feel selfish and childishly overdramatic for indulging my worrying,
imagined aches at all. I can't even imagine. And, I am so very sorry for
their losses. And, I wish that their babies had been somehow randomly
spared, too. And, I wish I could take the pain away for everyone."