sometimes the world is unfair

[threeplusfire]

I put my head down on my desk and cried for a good five minutes in the middle of the day. It was about a boy who died. It wasn't so awful on the scale of things because it wasn't a death by abuse unlike the two others I had this week. The child died from complications of surgery and his numerous disabilities. I cried, because it was so just horribly wrong of the universe for a ten year old to have a heart attack and die after he was finally in the care of a loving guardian who kept him safe and got him the care he needed. I kept imagining his foster mother rushing into the hospital after getting the call about his heart attack and not knowing he was gone. I pictured his caseworker, getting the call from the foster agency. I kept imagining his siblings, who have already lost their mother and all other family members learning this afternoon that their brother is never coming home. I wonder about the reaction of the biological mother, or if the caseworker can even find her to tell her. It hit me so hard, right smack out of the blue.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

There is that, at least he was in a home that was safe and where people cared for him and his siblings. Far better than dying at the hands of a crack addict, or of starvation, or some other such thing. But still, it makes me sad that his respite was so brief.

[onyxlynxx.livejournal.com]

When they die while still in a horrible situation, you can feel like at least their suffering is at an end. I can certainly understand why this child dying when he was finally safe feels so cruel. *hugs*