The thought of it causes me to reflect on the fears and sorrows of raising my own children. Feeling their pain, their disappointments and struggles. At the same time standing back and allowing them to experience those things.
There is nothing more difficult in life than to raise a child. It's like cutting your heart out, giving it arms and legs, then letting it go out into the world. The worry doesn't stop, no matter how old your children become.
There is nothing one can say to another at a time like this. Only to be there, sending prayers up and love out to them. Even when one is estranged from the other, we are all still one. When you send heart felt love and support to another, it is received on such a deep level.
I know, I feel the prayers and love of others toward me. My hope is, my sister and niece feel the love I am sending them from heart to heart. Fantasizing the freedom to believe there is a purpose in all the pain.