Writing again...

It has been ages since I have written, and for some reason, I am back today. I always think about writing, about preserving the memories of the day to posterity, but I just do not manage....

I heard something very sad today from the life of a colleague before I began to put together any words about my life. I heard that this colleague has lost a child (can there be anything more painful and sad?). It is easy to write cliched statements about this, but the fact of the matter is that he is so unfortunately gone, lost for ever on a tour with his school that he was so happy to be at. I have talked with my colleague and he sounded positive and OK, as if making all the effort he can to overcome the sense of grief. I pray to God to grant him and his family all the strength that they need at this time.

Hearing about this makes me think of my own children: how special and precious they are. They motivate me to spend as much good time as possible with them, to nurture them as well as enjoy them. I am a bit blessed in this regard these days having paternity leave (which I have extended to 12 weeks) where I can care for the little one on most mornings, and sometimes the entire day.

However, today's post is a homage to the one who is lost. I did meet him once when my colleague got married again. He was a bubbly 16 year old full of life and he was playing tuba at the wedding. May God grant peace to his soul and strength to his family.