The title of this post was taken from the song Died by Alice In Chains.
Is it too much to ask that my kids not have to endure any more losses? Really?! Is it too freaking much to ask! I'm angry this morning. The kids had such a good day yesterday, and I felt like we were in an okay place, at least for a moment. We get up this morning, and as we are going about our daily routine we realize that Mel, our guinea pig, was dead. Tears, all over again. All three of my angels were reduced to sitting in the floor crying. I went out to the garage, and found the shovel, and buried our furry little friend in the yard. Praying the whole time that I didn't pick the same spot to bury Mel, that Mike had picked to bury a cat seven years earlier, and our bird.
In January Sam I Am, our bird, died. April the kids lose their father, and now their guinea pig. What in the world do I tell them? I managed to get a smile when I told them that Mel missed Mike, and wanted to be in heaven with him. What other explanation is there? This wouldn't be such a big deal if we hadn't been through so much anyway this year. It may sound silly to be this upset over a guinea pig, but my kids deserve some happiness. If this is God's way of testing me, I'd like the written test instead. No more please, I simply can't handle anymore.