My sister Marisa is having a miscarriage today. She is heartbroken. You would think that because we basically live in the same state that we "live close enough" to help each other in desperate times, but truth be told, we don't. Without traffic, the drive is 1 1/2 hours and with traffic, it can sometimes take up to 3 hours each way to drive to Colorado Springs.
Hands tied is a helpless feeling and I hate it.
The only comfort is to hear how so many of her friends and ward members are "acting on their impulse to do something good" and they are showering her with meals and reminders that she is loved.
This is my third sister / in-law in the past month to experience this loss. I have had to sit on the sidelines for them all. It sucks.
It has been a humbling reminder of my own need to step up my efforts when someone around me is in need. I hope to more readily recognize the importance of being willing to "mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that stand in need of comfort" (Mosiah 18:9).
I am driving down tomorrow. We promised each other that we would find something to laugh about. I think we both need it.