I secretly hate the phrase "everything happens for a reason". My assumption is that they have never sent their child to school and their child died before dinner. While every life experiences sadness and loss, sometimes there is no reason for the sad and tragic things life throws at us. Things just happen.
Lately, I have had the idea swirling around in the outermost regions of my thoughts that something good might come from the loss of my child. My daughter Emma is in her second year of medical school. While she does not have to decide yet, she has mentioned she is considering pediatric cardiology. As her brother died of undiagnosed congenital heart defects, if she follows this path, there might be someone who won't have to experience what my family lives with every day. What a remarkable gift that would be. It has taken me almost six years to find one tiny speck of good in losing Eric. I believe his light shines through her.
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