My heart broke today when I read two stories that were sent to me.
After losing Preslee, I told Pat I hope we will be well off in the future, because I want to be able to do things for others that have been done for us.
I want to be able to afford to fly a family three hours away so they can be waiting at the hospital when their daughter arrives after being life-flighted. I want to be able to send money to a family staying at PCMC so they can afford to eat in the cafeteria and stay close to their loved one. I want to be able to help a family pay for their child’s headstone. I want to be able to send a family who finds themselves buried in grief a gift card to Texas Roadhouse with a sweet card telling them to have a fun night out.
Though we’re not at the point in life, we still try to give when we can.
Anyway, here are the two stories I read today. Even a dollar helps.
The first, a family from my own town, Rigby ID. I cannot imagine losing all three of my children to a genetically inherited disorder.
The second, a mom to five kids, was diagnosed with cancer while 26 weeks pregnant with her sixth child. She was recently told she had days, maybe weeks left to live.
Here’s to hoping we can change these two family’s lives the way so many of you did ours.