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A nine year old boy who lives a few blocks from us died the night before last at little league. Apparently he had been dizzy a few weeks prior, his parents took him to a cardiologist and the doctor said that the boy had the healthiest heart he'd ever seen. The kid was running the bases and collapsed and died. His father was the coach of the team and tried to revive him, but to no avail.
This is hitting me so hard. For obvious reasons. It came out of the blue, probably nothing could have been done to prevent it. It just makes me so afraid and vulnerable and want to hold my kids even tighter and all night long.
In other news, we were waiting all day to see if my brother was going to be evacuated from his home in California. The fires were super close to him (go to http://www.latimes.com and click on the "photos" link from the top story - that's his neighborhood and some of his neighbors) and they were awaiting the call. So far they are safe, but there is smoke and dust everywhere. My mother's response? "Who told them to move to California?" Nice. But she was worried about them, which was nice. My brother was scrambling to collect all his NY Ranger memorabilia this morning. They were all packed.
I have some good news too about a playdate that Laszlo had today, but I just had to get out the bad stuff somewhere other than Robert because there's just so many times I can say, "I'm so upset about that boy" and not have him respond before I want to choke him.
This is hitting me so hard. For obvious reasons. It came out of the blue, probably nothing could have been done to prevent it. It just makes me so afraid and vulnerable and want to hold my kids even tighter and all night long.
In other news, we were waiting all day to see if my brother was going to be evacuated from his home in California. The fires were super close to him (go to http://www.latimes.com and click on the "photos" link from the top story - that's his neighborhood and some of his neighbors) and they were awaiting the call. So far they are safe, but there is smoke and dust everywhere. My mother's response? "Who told them to move to California?" Nice. But she was worried about them, which was nice. My brother was scrambling to collect all his NY Ranger memorabilia this morning. They were all packed.
I have some good news too about a playdate that Laszlo had today, but I just had to get out the bad stuff somewhere other than Robert because there's just so many times I can say, "I'm so upset about that boy" and not have him respond before I want to choke him.
