Such a bitter irony that just when my world was starting to feel in balance thousands of Haitians had their world turned upside down by the earthquake there. No warning, no chance for as many as 50,000 people. They woke up on Tuesday having no notion of the devastation and death that would befall them. At least w/ Mom, we knew the end was near.
The images from Haiti that have struck me the hardest are the children. Even the ones who survived have such a look of bewilderment. They have no comprehension of what has happened to their world. As much as I am grieving the loss of my mother, I can't even fathom feeling the loss of my child. When I was young, I used to pray that God would take me before either of my parents. Sounds strange, I know, but ever since I was four-years-old, my mother has been battling some type of cancer. Not fighting continuously, but now that I think about it, cancer has always been a looming threat in my mom's life. I remember after her first surgery for ovarian cancer, her doctors told her not to cross her legs for fear of blood clots forming. I was diligent in my efforts that she follow these orders....so much so that whenever she crossed her legs, I physically uncrossed them for her. And I think this is why I used to pray that God would take me first and let her live. But when I became a mother, I knew that asking God to trade me for her would've been cruel and would've caused her ten times the suffering I'm feeling now. To the grieving parents of Haiti, I will pray that God lays her comforting hand on your hearts.
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