Perspective...

This morning I was awoken by the sounds of sirens. Lots of them. This isn't that unusual where I live, but these ones seemed to stop very close by.

I looked out over my balcony and saw a cluster of police vehicles, ambulances, police rescue vans and other cars blocking my street, partially covered by trees, about 6 or so houses away.

I sent out a silent prayer for the poor anonymous souls caught up in the drama, and then went about my day.

This evening, my dear friend Lara called me tears. And told me that mutual friends of ours, who live in my street, had lost their daughter during the night.

Three year old Lara (named after the above mentioned Lara), had been perfectly healthy when her parents, Anna and Rob, put her to bed last night. And when they went in to wake her up this morning, they found that she had died during the night.

I can only imagine the horror. And then the horror of the necessary police intervention. I do not know how I would be able to go on.

But go on they must, as they have a 13 month old daughter who needs their love and attention.

Please send them strength. Please send them your love. Please hug your kids extra tight tonight and tell them how much you love them.