I just heard that my German friends in Frankfurt had to say goodbye to their baby son, because he was born too early (485 gr) and couldn't survive.
I feel extremely sad. I was going to go to Frankfurt to visit them. :(
They must be millions of times sadder. What bereavement...She tried 8 days to keep him, but failed.
It hurts just to think about what my friends must have been going through.. (I know it's not what I can even imagine) :'(
All of a sudden, whatever trouble I thought I had and how much pain I thought I felt, all seems meaningless and worthless and silly. Crying over a slight illness, and fretting over some bad dreams --> I'm such a lotus-eater and moaner...
I should really cherish what I have and what I'm given, by all of you, who love me dearly.