I’m stepping away from my family momentarily to write this because it was in my heart. I’ve been watching Facebook all day while out with my husband and kids. Like many families out there, trying to piece together the story… for whatever reason. Sometimes it is just the fear in my stomach that makes me ache for piece that will make me believe that it couldn’t happen to my children and I know it’s not there.
However, as the hours dwindled by I saw life go back to normal or worse, some people using the tragedy for views, comments or likes while intermixing their daily regularities. You know today I was supposed to write about Life Insurance, because it is what I know. Everyone has a skill and Life Insurance, Funerals, Cemeteries and Grieving are oddly a knack of mine… but I didn’t. There is this post I was going to do tonight about a video you can make for your kids where Santa talks to them, it’s all personalized, but I couldn’t stop hurting long enough to even consider writing that post. I’m sure you can guess why.
My point is that I can’t go back to normal today or tomorrow and some part of me never will after this. There are just so many families that lives will not move on today or for quite sometime. Maybe it’s because I worked at a Funeral Home for awhile and I know what they are going to be going through for the next month… maybe it is because my family understands the loss of children very deeply, maybe it’s everything.
I’m fixing all the giveaways that would have ended this weekend, all but the Daisy & $100 Target GC giveaway since those are regulated, to end at a later time so that you can not worry about our giveaways. There will be no posts this weekend, no stories or products or deals or whatever we are supposed to be doing here. I could care less if anyone wants to email me and be upset, I am not posting anything this weekend because I don’t want to give you a reason to read here.
Get offline, go be with your families. There isn’t a deal on a product, a giveaway prize worth winning or a story that needs to be read more than the moments you have waiting for you in the other room. It’ll all be the same for you and I when we come back here, but it won’t be the same for many – many families and I want to respect that in the best way that I know.
I’m a Mom first and I have a little boy and I’m scared too. I am. Our hearts are with everyone tonight, take care of each other.