yesterday byrdie spent the day with aunt mona and uncle brian while i was at work. thank goodness for them both because i was at ease all day knowing she was safe and happy. she spends most days either being loved on by me or mona, so it was just another normal day for the byrd. mona and brian kept sending me photos on my phone of the happy little byrd-this also eased my separation anxiety. while i was at the church finishing the arrangements, i got a call to pray for the jacomini family. their plane had gone missing friday morning. no one had heard from them since. the little plane was being flown by tommy, who was accompanied by his wife and two young children. i have not prayed in a very long time, and i did not really know the family, but it just worried me. so as i stood on the altar at st. john's, i said a prayer for the entire jacomini family. today the plane was found with no survivors. i just feel ill about it, the fear those little kids must have felt, the fear the parents must have felt for themselves and their children, for the grandparents who were hoping for the best. i will continue to pray for them-the surviving family members and friends. nothing is ever expected or planned, you have no idea what is in store for you or your loved ones. everything is just so unpredictable. when things like this happen my first silly instinct is to never do anything but protect my daughter, keep her safe, inside. then i realize, what kind of life is that? none. what we should all learn from terrible tragedy is that life is short and we should remember to tell all that we love that we do indeed love them. we should live each moment to its fullest, pursuing the dreams and ambitions that we know we are capable of. i hope to live a long, healthy, successful,joyous life with byrdie by my side. all i have to do is look over at her sweet face and know that everything is going to be just fine.
