It's been at the forefront of my mind all week. Not that it's ever that far back in my mind. Since the day we brought home the first one more than a dozen years ago, the fear has been there. Frankly, it was there even before he joined the family. It appeared unbidden right about the time I discovered I was pregnant.
Undoubtedly, there are horrific events which make the world collectively gasp. A half-dozen roll off my tongue immediately. But in a think-globally-act-locally sense, it is the tiny, personal tragedies which scare me the most. To awaken each day to the realization that my child is gone frightens me beyond belief. Beyond description.
Sunday Scribblings asks what scares us most. The death of my child chills me more than anything else I can imagine.