I’m not quite sure why, but I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how fragile life is. Even more specifically, how fragile are the lives of flesh and blood (or fur and blood) beings. So much of the world’s actions or illness could wipe us out overnight.

So imagine my contemplations confirmed when
I read an e-mail newsletter from one of my stepparenting business colleagues last night.
It opened with, “Please forgive me for not designing an E-Magazine this month. On Saturday, February 21st Nan and I buried our 12 year-old son, Connor. He died February 17th after a sudden battle with staph sepsis pneumonia, ARDS (Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome), and Influenza.”

Upon further research about Connor’s situation, I discovered he had taken ill about the second week of February. The infection was quick and it was deadly.

Most of you reading this blog are parents. Perhaps you’ve even lost a child yourselves. I can’t imagine what I would do and how I would react, and I dearly pray I don’t find out.

So going into our weekends, I just want to toss out the reminder to make love a daily practice. Don’t schedule it for 2 p.m. on Tuesday. Don’t spin your emotional wheels on petty discontents.

Love now, and love often. Have a blessed weekend.

Mama J (Diane Fromme) is a writer, parent, and stepparent pondering life from her Northern Colorado home and office. Read more about her book, Stepparenting the Grieving Child, at www.dianefromme.com.

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