The Sad Goodnight

For the past week, I’ve been up in Maryland doing what I could to help out my sister. Without getting into the details, her husband suffered a series of medical mishaps that ended with him in the ICU with serious brain damage. My siblings and I flew to help out however we could.

I explained all this to my kids by telling them that their uncle Ed was very sick, and I was going to help out. They understood this, and I thought all was well. I called home from MD each night to say goodnight to all of them.

The second night, N (the three year old) interrupted me.

“Daddy,” he said quietly. “Thanks for helping uncle Ed.”

I was (amazingly enough) speechless. He sounded so sad when he said it that I didn’ t know how to react. I told him I was happy to do it, and he said the saddest goodnight I’d ever heard.

I didn’t understand what was going on until I got back.

When I arrived home late on Wednesday, J told me that the little guy had said to her “I hope that Daddy doesn’t catch what Uncle Ed has.” She had reassured him, of course, but he remained skeptical.

I think it’s time for me to stay home for a little while.

1 thoughts on “The Sad Goodnight

  1. Bonnie says:

    How fragile life is…and isn’t is amazing that our children, no matter how young, can comprehend that? Already, at the tender age of three, he appreciates that you are in his life. Without our children, sometimes these situations can be unbearable.

    I look forward to reading more of your tales.
    Bonnie (Uncle Ed’s niece from Pittsburgh)

    PS Your family is wonderful.

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