I'm watching my usual bawlfest: Extreme Makeover Home Edition. This week it's the "Arena Family" where the team "grants a new lease on life to the grieving parents of a gallant little boy whose life and death touched the hearts of everyone in their community."

I watch the opening scenes where they start talking about this little boy who died from a brain tumor and I can hardly contain myself. My husband is standing right beside me, rocking our daughter and I don't want him to see me cry. But my eyes are bursting and my throat is completely choked up and I can hardly see.

How can a little six year old boy die in front of his parent's eyes. How can this happen? I allow myself for just a moment to put myself in that mother's shoes and my heart breaks to think of my little five year old boy in that situation. How could I survive? How could I possible continue to breathe after my child died?

The human existance is so frail and so breakable.