When bad shit happens to good people.
Our senior service tech has lost his 44 year old daughter. She was what is euphemistically called “Special needs”. She had a heart the size of a mountain, but the other night it gave out on her, and she went before the sunrise.
Her father is, of course, beside himself. The whole family are gentle and decent people. The Ogwife said a rosary for them the other night and we will have masses said for her in perpetuity. Wake is sunday, keep a happy thought. I can think of nothing more horrid than to be preceeded in death by one’s child.
Prayers sent.
We know several families with such children. They are all delightful.
Special needs are in your heart forever. You never let go a child.
Such people are always in my prayers.
Prayers for all!
gfa
I can’t imagine losing a child no matter the age.
The hardest thing I have ever had to do was tell my inlaws that their 37 year old daughter was dead.
Prayers for all.
An odd thought’s been running around my head since you posted this. At this point, it practically has a life of its own, so maybe I can disclaim it if it’s really fucked up.
People with… challenges, such as the woman you sketch briefly in the post, are often praised as having great hearts, wonderful souls. As though they have every right to be dicks because of what was done to them to make them “that way,” but they don’t and that makes them saintly.
And I don’t disagree.
But I wonder if it isn’t the other way. I wonder if they aren’t the normal ones and we with supposed greater intellect or abilities are the ones who got screwed up somehow and that’s what makes us real dicks by comparison. And I don’t give myself a pass on that, either.
Am I a bad person for having that thought?
M
No. I have long been of the opinion that what we call “Genius” or “Drive” is the result of a mental or psychological flaw, and “Ordinary” people are devoid of those flaws- that you hasve to be a bit tetched to be Bill Gates or Ludwig Van or Jeff Lynn. The saner you are the more ordinary you are, and perhaps it is the case that the truly sane are the “Special needs” ones.
Re the big heart thing, I postulate that it is less about the contrast of what they are vice what they “Should” be, but the way, for instance, the blind hear much better than the sighted; a lack in one area makes another overdeveloped. I know this lady was pretty damned special. I will have difficulties at the wake.
As Jesus said let the children come unto me. Good argument for a child like wonder and trust.
Course in the world we have that is a good way get taken to the cleaners by the saner smarter ones.
dunno. I think I like the simpler life my self.
The things we share in this world, the lessons we bring to others in life are not always so obvious.
Sometimes it’s the thorniest bushes that have the most beautiful roses.
I hope you celebrate her time here, and console her family as best you can — it always feels so inadequate. But it’s the best we can do.
I am sorry for your loss.
Jenny