Fallout
There comes a time in life when you realize–quite suddenly–that it really can be totally random. That a bolt from the blue can happen, and it can be disastrous.
So last night, during the “feeling game”, OmegaDotter asked me what if something like what happened to Buffy were to happen to mommy and daddy.
Oh, boy.
So I explained to her that we had made arrangements, that we had talked to her uncle D. and aunt G. back before we adopted her to take her in if something happened to us.
She wanted to know how they would know.
Oh, boy.
I started to say that we would make very sure that nothing would happen to us…and then I realized that I couldn’t say that, because she was in the middle of this great life-altering realization about randomness and bolts from the blue. All I could do was hold her hand as she fell asleep.
It seems somewhat ironic that this happens because a chicken died…
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