Joy and Grief

People in my circle of friends are celebrating births, 4 babies in a week. Yesterday a little girl was run over by a bus- one awful moment of everything going wrong.

I drive up Smith St. every day to go to work, would have been there at that time if I had not stayed home sick. Life is conditional, so much out of our control. Perhaps it was wrongdoing, perhaps purely accident. Anyone who is a parent, who crosses a street, who gets behind the wheel can imagine themselves in this place.

Rain is falling on the corner, people will bring flowers, we share the grief, no one knows what the next moment will bring.

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