It's Just Not Fair

The ominous gray clouds weeping huge tears reflected the pain and sadness of the day today.  As I sorted through my dark colored clothing options it was all I could do to keep myself together and not copy the gray clouds.  I held it together while driving, parking and walking under the black awning.  Seeing a familiar face with tears pouring down her face made me shake a little and after signing the guest book my eyes caught a box, with a pink fabric covering it.  This combined with a couple walking into the room, holding and supporting each other as they moved towards the little pink box was too much for me.

It's just not fair.

A beautiful little girl was never given the opportunity to take a breath of air, to fill her lungs with oxygen.  Never given the chance to open her eyes and see the light of the world.  Her heart was never given the chance to take that first pulse on its own.

It's just not fair.

She brought her parents so much joy in her short life.  The picture set next to the smallest casket I have ever seen showed her precious little nose and sweet little cheeks.  She was just so beautiful, so small and so perfect.

It's just not fair.

I woke up this afternoon and since the moment I picked Munchkie up have held her, hugged her and kissed her.  I am reminded of how blessed I am.  Not one moment of life can be taken for granted.  When Munchkie said "I wuv oo Mama" without me saying it first my heart almost pounded out of my chest.  I will never again take for granted a moment I have with my family.  I will never feel guilty again for walking into Munchkie's room at night just to watch her sleep.  I will hug her close and breath in the scent of her hair every chance I get.