Mourning

I live on a busy street, so I ignored the sirens this morning despite their apparent proximity. I noticed them, because John did, and said, "Do you hear the fire truck?" We frequently have stopped traffic in front of our house; I'm surprised there aren't more rear end collisions.

When I went to get the mail around lunch time I noticed that soberly-dressed young men were around. Did any of my neighbors need a security clearance, I wondered?

I took John next door to return the key I'd been using to feed the cats while my neighbors were on vacation and learned the news. Their almost six-month-old daughter died last night, apparently of SIDS. The mother was holding her son, the daughter's twin, as her own mother told me the tragic news.

I cannot begin to comprehend. I cannot begin to understand. I came home, sat down in the arm chair to nurse my own son, and prayed to the God who does.