Extremes

Today was a beautiful day, and a devastating day.  I don't really know where to start...

Today one of my co-workers left work early and delivered a perfect baby.  What an amazing moment in time, new life.  I wanted to cry with excitement.

Last night my moms step mother had a catastrophic aneurysm as soon as she got to my mothers house after a ten hour drive from her California trip.  Her name is Julie.  I love her.  My mommy loves her even more than I do.  She has a lot of people who love her.  She is the kind of person who changes people simply by being their friend.  She is the least judgmental person I have ever met, she is 100% loving and encouraging. 

The doctors have given her a very grim survival rate. 

My mommy held the phone to her ear, and I had the chance to say goodbye.  

I cried because it hurt.  

It hurts that life ends.  

It hurts that I have to see my mom and my family suffer.

While at work today someone told me about the Connecticut shooting.  I felt sick to my stomach.  My mind was whirling. Innocent children? How can those parents ever heal? I did cry.  I cried for the families, for the trauma that the innocent children went through.  I cried for the devastation of so many young lives being taken from the Earth in such a violent way.  My heart breaks for those families who did not get to envelope their children after the event.  I sobbed for the mothers who lost their babies in so cruel a way.

I cried. and my pain was small.

I hope those families know that they will see their babies again someday. 

I hope they can feel the healing power of the Atonement.