To my estimated handful of faithful readers, I apologize for having been “off the grid” in recent days.
You see, a good friend of mine and her husband lost their firstborn in a tragic, horrible accident, and we’ve been rallying around them.
If you could know them, you’d see immediately how words can not possibly encapsulate what doting, attentive and wonderful parents they are, and how they – of all people – shouldn’t have to suffer every parent’s worst nightmare.
(Not that I’m saying anyone deserves to lose his or her child. No one should.)
So, you can understand why stories like the one I’m about to tell you really rile me – especially at the moment.
A 28-year-old Colorado Springs man is facing child abuse charges after police say they found his 2-year-old son sitting near a busy intersection on Saturday night.
The man, who was found by police nearby, told the officers he’d left the toddler at home. Alone.
They don’t know how long the little boy had been in the home by himself.
Thankfully, the tot was not injured and has been placed in the custody of The Department of Human Services.
What the heck is the matter with people?
Why can’t they understand that when you have children, your life isn’t yours anymore?
If you can’t fully accept that massive responsibility, don’t have children.
I think of this man – and the heartbreak that fate alone let him dodge – and I want to go to his house and explain to him exactly what my dear, sweet friend is going through.
I want him to hear about the agony they are experiencing every minute of their life now, and how they have to walk by their child’s empty bedroom and know that they’ll never again tuck that child in with a kiss and hug goodnight.
I want him to hear that all they have left are the photos, the now-unused toys and little clothes – and the countless letters and cards people have sent them, containing promises that they, too, will never forget that beloved child.
Maybe hearing that will make this man think twice before leaving his son alone ever again.
Somehow, I doubt it. Because tragedy only happens to "other people," right?
Just ask my friend.