Thursday, April 9, 2009

The Greek Chorus

I am part of that Greek chorus that started welling up when the world changed abruptly two days ago, the day Maddie died. I am not using the term in any disparaging way. The chorus is vital to the successful performance of the Greek comedy or tragedy. In this case, of course, it is a tremendous tragedy. It is one I cannot fathom experiencing. I sit many hundreds of miles away from the epic horror Heather and Mike and their family are experiencing.

I don't know Heather or Mike. I didn't know Maddie. I only knew of them, of her, through Heather's posts and fabulous photos. All that is good about this whacked universe of the blogosphere is all that is bad about it: we insinuate ourselves into people's lives. And when something inexplicable happens, we feel as if it has happened to us. Only "normal" people, non-bloggers, can't possibly understand.

It's up the chorus right now to speak to the events because, God knows, Heather and Mike can't do it right now. Heather has been pimping for the March of Dimes drive for ages. I kept meaning to give, to help Heather show the world how grateful she was that Maddie was here on earth and how much the March of Dimes had help make that possible.

There are two things you need to do right now. The chorus is saying it, so it must be true. Go hug your child fiercely, as if you'll never let go. And go give to the March of Dimes in Maddie's name. Do it now.


Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I'm so glad to be part of this chorus and Heather's tragedy just tears me apart. I am hugging my kids a bit harder today and holding them closer.

CP said...

I'm glad to be part of the chorus as well. I haven't been able to get Maddie, Heather and their fmaily since I learned of their news on Twitter at 2 am yesterday morning. Like so many others, I donated and yet wish I could do so much more.

D... said...

Oh my gosh. What an awful tragedy. No parent should have to go through that.

jenica said...

it's one of the hardest things about blogging. to have to just sit and watch and not be there to comfort and care.



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