This will be a short post as I am on afternoon shift for the next three days. It promises to be a difficult shift. Along with dealing with staffing issues, two of our staff members have experienced tragedies over the past several days. One staff member lost her grandson in a car vs pedestrian accident. The other staff member is sitting with her 10 year old son at Sick Kids in Toronto while he recovers from a very serious accident involving an ATV. Life for both families is changed forever.
Death is a part of living. We all know that, however, no one ever expects to bury a child. There are many who read this blog that have experienced this, and to them I apologize for opening an old wound.
It is at times like this, that we are reminded to cherish our children, our grandson and each other. We must remember how very fragile, and how brief, that life is.
Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other.
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