What can you say, really.<\/p>\n
A couple of weeks ago we were there trying to find some way to make a really bad situation even slightly distracting. Lord knows there is absolutely no way to make it palatable. We took pictures and hugged and smiled and printed.<\/p>\n
Ive sat and thought about all of that, and i’m sure that the gesture was in the right direction… but there was only one thing that I felt after.<\/p>\n
Anger. Just pure anger. <\/p>\n
There’s absolutely nothing that I can do to change this.<\/p>\n
There’s no amount of photography that I can do that makes this any better.<\/p>\n
There’s no amount signs, or symbols, or ribbons, or posters that I can hold up that help.<\/p>\n
There’s no amount of relatability that I can have about this.<\/p>\n
There’s no amount of pain that I can feel about any of this that compares to what that child is feeling.<\/p>\n
There’s no amount of sadness and hurt that I can feel that compares to what that family is going through.<\/p>\n
Truth is, I am just a bystander. I get to come in for a few minutes – help to the best of my ability – and leave.<\/p>\n
I get<\/i> to go home.<\/p>\n
I get<\/i> to look at my daughter and hug her so desperately tight, knowing that chance<\/em> spared her. No more. No less. <\/p>\n There’s no<\/i> Master Plan<\/p>\n There’s no<\/i> greater purpose.<\/p>\n There’s absolutely no reason this child has to get this at 16 months.. and live only FOUR years.<\/p>\n