Amy’s Life in Brief



Such a sad story
June 14, 2009, 7:17 pm
Filed under: child neglect, death, family life, grief, youth | Tags: , ,

I heard about this story on the radio today. It is just so sad. Because of my profession you would think I would take an absolute stand against guns. It’s probably pretty close to absolute, being absolutely against having guns in the same home as children. However, I did grow up in a household with guns. My father is still a hunter and owns guns. I understand that some people find guns as a recreational outlets and find some sense of security in having them in their homes. I, however, do not hunt and have no desire to have any type of firearm in my home.

What I cannot understand, having grown up in a household with guns and where guns where treated with respect and care, is how a gun could get into a child’s hand. We would have, as children, been unable to get to the guns in our home. It’s likely had someone broke into our home while we were there, the guns in our home would have been little use.

It’s this sort of situation that makes me feel like we really should have strict gun laws. Did this child’s parents have adequate education about how to keep guns safely in their home, so that they could keep their children safe? Did they have enough respect for the power of guns? Is that something that can be taught? What ever sense of security the parents got from having a gun in their home, was it worth the ultimate cost?






Sad news tonight…
December 29, 2008, 7:01 am
Filed under: death, family life, grief | Tags: , ,

Tonight I learned that my good friend’s mother died.  She had been battling melanoma for about three years, I think.  She had tried a number of different treatments but, in the end, she lost her battle.  I haven’t been able to call my friend as she sent the word out via email and requested no phone calls.  I had made my friend what some would call a prayer shawl but hadn’t had the chance to send it.  I’ll be sending it either today or tomorrow…as soon as I can find a box.

This is my first friend to have lost a parent as an adult.  It seems strange that I would be 36 and only now be facing this with a friend.  I hope that I will be able to support my friend during her time of grieving.  It also makes me so glad that I had the opportunity to spend quality time with my family members over the holiday.  Between news of my friend’s mom and having worked at the hospital the day after Christmas, I realize many people did not have the most joyous of holidays.  And many people didn’t get to spend their holidays with a happy and loving family.  It makes me more aware not to take for granted all that I am so fortunate to have.



Death and the 5 year old…
July 24, 2008, 3:27 pm
Filed under: birthday, death, fish, mom, worries | Tags: , ,

Orange Fish and White Fish at home

Orange Fish and White Fish at home

So, for the G’s 5th birthday he got a fish tank and two fancy goldfish. The fish have done surprisingly well. We are starting to have problem with “Orange Fish.” (I know “Orange Fish” and “White Fish” aren’t the most original names, but that’s what the G wanted to name them) Anyway, Orange Fish has been having some trouble with his swim bladder. So far, I’ve been able to get him almost back to normal every time by feeding him extra sea weed or worms, but I think he’s getting ready to hit the end of his rope. We’re on a bit of a death watch right now.

So, I’ve explained to the G that I think that Orange Fish is sick and that we may get up one morning or come back some day and he might be dead. He asked why and I explained that Orange Fish seems to be getting a bit sick. He hasn’t had anymore questions, but maybe we’ll have to have a discussion about death soon. I don’t know.

Of course I thought that was going to be the case last spring. One of his classmates couldn’t be at the school picnic because her grandmother had died and the family had to travel to New York to attend the funeral. I explained why she wasn’t going to be there. I sat on pins and needles for a few minutes waiting for a question like, “What is dead?” or something similar. I could see the little wheels turning in his head. Then, he asked, “Mommy? If Grandma Wanda or Grandma Sandy dies, am I going to have to go to New York?” I told him that no he wouldn’t have to go to New York…and laughed inwardly that I had gotten myself all anxious over nothing.