The Vagaries of Life

First, let me say, Fiona seems to be weathering her shots well. Her cheeks are flushed, but she is not running a temperature.

But as I watch the coverage of the death of Natasha Richardson, I am incredibly sad. Here is this beautiful, vibrant woman and all of a sudden she's gone. The erratic actions of life dumbfound me sometimes. It's something like this that brings me back to Fiona's diagnosis. Our family had to shift it's priorities. Things like school and work were no longer the driving foci of our life. If we wanted to take off and go on vacation as a family during the school year, I no longer cared about the consequences. Any time we got to spend together as family, making memories and loving each other, was golden, blissful time.

Even now, I see her little fluffy head and it plucks a heartstring that wasn't there before. It just struck me, now, that maybe her curls are there as a reminder. If her hair had come back exactly the same, I could gloss over that time. I could pretend that something like that never happened to our family. But now, every time, I see her hair, it reminds me to hold her and her sister a little closer, hug my husband more, be happy in our family. Let things, like this random accident, remind you that life is fleeting. Our lives are fleeting and we don't always get the last chance to say good bye. Hug your babies, kiss your husbands and be thankful for the things you do have.