Just woke up to one of those emails that sends your heart directly to your feet and leaves you speechless, reeling and feeling rotten for ever complaining about anything.

HUG YOUR KID

Feb 27, 2010by tracey Comments

Just woke up to one of those emails that sends your heart directly to your feet and leaves you speechless, reeling and feeling rotten for ever complaining about anything.

One of my good friends from LA emailed me overnight to tell me her thirteen-year-old niece had been struck and killed by a car yesterday while walking to the school bus, as her mother watched.

What do you say?

I personally never know what to say at these times.

Blessedly it’s when trying to make people happy, usually my first impulse flies out the window.

And talking endlessly about it does nothing about it either.

You just breathe deeply, pray to whoever your god may be and hug those you love, especially your kids.

I did not know the little girl’s mother. Though as a mother your heart just opens up and absorbs a secondhand type of pain and wonder how things like this actually happen and how people get through them and I know people who have. But they say once you bury your  child your life is never the same again.

Her father was my boss for four years when I worked at Sony TV. Our offices were side by side. He was very loyal to me and  kept me on the lot until he himself left. I will be eternally grateful. I always liked him, though I haven’t seen him in years.

His sister however has remained my friend since our kids were in pre-school. We share a name and a birthday and have stayed friends despite our kids growing up and my moving across the country.

I wish I were there to take her soup, give her a hug, or do anything they needed. But I can’t so I send the entire family my love, my condolences, which call me crazy has always seemed like such a paltry sentiment in light of such a tragedy.

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-hitrun-brentwood27-2010feb27,0,4962439.story