Note to self - The people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.

One of my best friends from college (many moons ago) lost her six year old son last fall. One day he is a happy go lucky little boy going in for routine out-patient surgery and the next day he is gone. Toxic reaction to Morphine. How do you deal with that? She sends me e-mail from time to time and lets me know how things are going and I almost feel guilty because I still have my son. It isn't fair to her. She was one of the best people you could ever have as a friend. Frankly, it sucks.

I just finished reading "Big Cherry Holler" and the main character in there lost her four year old son. She feels guilty about yelling at him and making him toaster waffles instead of homemade pancakes. But that is what moms do. I yell. I use my toaster frequently. But who in the world would think that little boy isn't going to be there to eat your toaster creations tomorrow?

My little guy was lying in bed with me last night waiting for his dad to get home. I was curled up on my side and he was snuggled up into my back. He said, 'Mamma." I said, "What Baby?" He replied, "Nothing. I just said your name 'cause I love you."

I hurt for my friend.

Tell those you love that you do so every day.